In the south of the city, there is a garden suitable for leisurely conversations. This place is home to little arched bridges over bubbling streams, retro-style buildings, with no less than forty standing side by side. All interconnected, yet discreetly hidden from view.
"Adolf, how are you feeling? Perhaps, you should sneak out first," Singer, holding a tissue, said to the lady sitting opposite her who was crying like a damsel in despair.
This face held a natural advantage, makeup-free yet possessed a purity like a dewdrop nestled at the tip of one's heart, evoking desire in others.
They were brought here today to entertain by their part-time job’s boss. Deja Adolf was just an unremarkable temp worker, yet her sheer beauty shone tremendously.
With a poker face, Singer struggled to keep her smile, and feigned concern, "The foul old man earlier... didn’t scare you, did he?"
At these words, Deja Adolf became more upset, hurriedly covering her chest. Her beige strapless gown was tattered in places.
"I'm so glad you're here," Deja Adolf reached out a hand, grabbing Singer's wrist; the coldness seeping from her palm reaching deep into one's heart.
Unseen, Singer pulled her hand away to wipe the tears from Deja Adolf's face, consoling her, "We're good friends, aren't we?"
"I don't want to partake in this banquet any longer." Being devastatingly beautiful wasn't Deja Adolf's fault, but those self-proclaimed successful old geezers taking liberties under the pretext of business negotiation was definitely a mistake.
Seeing her friend's stung, Singer supported her reluctantly, "Then, sneak out first, I'll handle follow-up for you."
Hearing this, a glimmer of warmth filled Deja Adolf's heart, a sweet smile capturing her lips, making even flowers flutter.
As she watched the lady in the shabby evening dress leave, a menacing glint flickered in Singer's eyes. She crushed the tissue into a ball and threw it into the bin with fury.
The old man with the surname Oliva had been staring at Deja Adolf. Singer found the opportunity to help by tripping him, causing his champagne to spill all over Deja Adolf.
Indeed, Singer felt a sense of satisfaction. Seeing her steal all the limelight every time, she certainly deserved it!
In this estate, one room connects to another, spread out across the vast garden. Today, there are only two meetings being held, with notable figures from around the city reportedly in attendance.
Deja Adolf's dress was torn, the hem of the skirt was stepped on and dirty. Teetering in high heels, she shielded her chest and walked for quite some time, becoming more and more exhausted.
A bead of sweat slipped down from her luminous face, falling onto the back of her hand, shining clear and bright, like a night pearl.
Where is the exit? Deja Adolf halted and looked up at the sky, which was incredibly azure.
The sound of flowing water was a gentle murmur. Deja Adolf swiftly glanced around her, this place was relatively hidden, so she carefully squatted down to wipe off the sweat from her forehead.
A refreshing sensation hit her, yet in the crystal clear reflection of the water, a handsome face as majestic as a deity appeared.
There was a face of restraint, yet his fox-like eyes were filled with confusion, causing anyone who glanced at him to inadvertently immerse into them, unable to pull themselves away.
Deja Adolf, while squatting, was swept into the man's arms in an instant. The glass door opened shortly after, and Deja Adolf was thrown onto a white bed, covered in rose petals.
Deja Adolf's slender figure was as graceful as a lotus stem, light as a swallow. She was tossed in such a way that her strapless dress shifted to her waist. In this dimly lit room, the goose-yellow light cast on her was utterly enticing.
Before she could cover herself, both hands were restrained. A warm, rushing breath streamed around her neck, tickling Deja Adolf's heart.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Deja Adolf warned, her face blushed, staring at the suddenly magnified face.
Her heart pounded. It was her first time in close contact with a man, you could say zero distance, because at this moment his warm hand had taken hold of hers.
Was she not supposed to go out today?
After encountering several lustful men, Deja Adolf thought to herself and began to flail about, accidentally kicking a certain part of Miguel.
Frowning slightly, Miguel's thin lips gently sealed Deja Adolf's, preventing any cry for help. Their lips interlocked, their breaths intertwined.
"You... who... are..." Deja Adolf was not quiet, trying desperately to utter her words with her throat while being kissed by Miguel. But to her dismay, the dress was slowly being removed by him.
His body felt as if it were baked in a furnace, unbearably hot.
Weird, this isn't a normal human temperature.
Her dress had slipped down to her ankles now, and Deja Adolf desperately hooked the dress with her foot, preventing it from completely slipping off. As Deja Adolf was about to bite through his lips with her sparkling eyes fixed on him, he suddenly let go.
"You?" He restrained Deja Adolf's hands, his eyes softened a bit, "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility."
Dream on! No matter how handsome the skin of this man is, deep down, he's still a shameless playboy. Thinking of that, Deja Adolf tried to attract people by shouting loudly.
"Help! Help!" Regardless of how Deja Adolf shouted, the man on top of her remained calm, even emotionless.
He threw his white shirt off, revealing his well-toned body, and then lowered himself again. Holding up her chin slightly, he said, "Be good."
Deja Adolf still looked puzzled, "Who on earth are you?"
Looking at this woman's persistence, Miguel announced his identity directly: "Miguel, the president of the Bliss Corporation."
Such a big shot, what kind of woman can't he get? The women who usually queue up to stick to him are too many to count. Why would he suddenly make a move on Deja Adolf?
As Deja Adolf pondered over Miguel's identity, she suddenly wondered if this was a love scam.
"Why then..."
Deja Adolf's words were ruthlessly cut off before she could finish. There was impatience on Miguel's face, but his desires were slowly overwhelming his consciousness and self-control, especially when facing this woman, "I was set up."
Upon realizing this, Deja Adolf understood everything. However, the next moment, she was held closely in Miguel's embrace, with zero distance between them.
"Ah..." The pain and the ambiguity filled the room, and Deja Adolf's face flushed. Her sweat and the febrile scent of champagne swirled in the air, assaulting their senses.
The small dab of red on the white bedsheet wasn't noticeable among the rose petals, but in Miguel's eyes, it was like an avalanche.
Pain and fatigue overwhelmed Deja Adolf, and she was on the verge of falling asleep.
Seeing the woman sleeping peacefully, Miguel quietly put on his clothes and sat thinking for a long while. He finally got up, glanced, bent down to pull the blanket up to her neck, covered her, left a small note and silently left.