Reclaiming Her Heart

Paul couldn't listen any longer.

"Let's call it a night. I'm leaving. Let Raymond sleep here; he probably hasn't rested in days," he said.

Alex stood up as well, but Victor stayed behind, pointing to the nearby sofa. "I'll stay here. I'm worried he might have stomach pains tonight."

Alex and Paul both nodded and left together.

When they reached the roadside, Paul lit a cigarette, and Alex asked. "What does this have to do with Christopher? Why did he say that nonsense just now?" Paul looked down and lit his cigarette, speaking in a calm tone, "Wait until he sobers up, then you can ask him yourself."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Since when did you become so good at keeping secrets?"

Paul, in a bad mood, ignored Alex and got into the car.

Alex stood there for a while, then suddenly sighed.

Just then, Alex's phone rang. Seeing the number, he frowned, feeling annoyed. Why did this woman have so many issues? Ann was working overtime until 2 AM when she received a call from the man.

She stiffened; it was the special ringtone she had set for him. Whenever it rang, it meant she had to go to that place.

She quickly packed her things, organized the files needed for the next day, and then drove over.

It was very late, and there weren't many cars on the road.

In less than twenty minutes, she was standing outside the villa.

She used to go to hotels, which were more convenient.

Recently, he had set the address to this villa.

The villa was small but exquisite, not the kind of place someone like him would usually stay in. Instead, it seemed more like a cozy little cage for keeping a secret lover. The first time she stepped in here, that was exactly what she thought.

But then she mocked herself. In his heart, she was at best a tool.

She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and pushed open the door in front of her.

The man was already inside, waiting. He seemed to be in a bad mood tonight.

To be precise, he always seemed to be in a bad mood whenever he came to her.

She put down her briefcase and went to the bathroom to take a shower, as she was used to.

When Ann came out, she stood nervously in front of the table.

She was unsure of his intentions this time, so she stood there, tense and waiting for his direction.

The man grabbed her and pressed her onto the sofa without hesitation.

She felt immobilized and didn't dare to protest, so she endured it silently.

Through these encounters with him, she had learned a pattern: the more tense she was, the more it hurt. So she had to relax and not resist.

It was somewhat effective now. At least the initial feeling of nausea was gone. Now she just hoped it would end quickly.

But he had great stamina. Even if he wasn't particularly interested, he could still go on for an hour.

Ann's face was pale, and she started thinking about the files she needed to handle the next day.

But his strength suddenly increased, as if he wanted to break her.

"Daydreaming?" he asked, his tone displeased.novelbin

"No," Ann replied, a little afraid of him.

His tone was somewhat displeased. He could not care about this affair, but she had to. "No." Ann was a little afraid of him.

As soon as she finished speaking, her phone rang. It was already 4 AM, and she didn't know who would be calling. When she saw the familiar contact name, she was a bit surprised.

Ann had previously blocked Brody, but one time she got drunk at a social event and unblocked him, then forgot about it.

Now, seeing the phone flashing with "Honey," she felt a deep sense of irony.

The man obviously saw it too and sneered. "Your husband? I didn't know you were married."

He really didn't know about her marital status, only where she worked.

Ann quickly grabbed the phone and hung up. "Just an ex-boyfriend. We broke up."

The man wasn't interested in this, his tone indifferent. "Got it."

Ann didn't say anything, her fingers slowly clenching in pain.

But the phone rang again. This time, the man picked it up and answered. Brody's voice came through. "Ann, I'm starting to regret it. Honestly, marrying you would have been really happy. You were always so understanding. When I used to get drunk, you'd feed me hangover food and take care of me until morning. Now Jessica doesn't do any of that; she even expects me to take care of her. Ann, you were the best. I really miss you."