Chapter 4

Oprah winced in pain. "What are you doing... Mmm!"

Without any warning, Burgess suddenly leaned down and kissed her.

Oprah's mind went blank, and she was so shocked that she forgot to push him away.

Burgess's kiss was dominant and wild, sealing her lips tightly as if he had never seen a woman before.

Oprah's tongue and lips were bitten and bleeding when they parted.

Both were panting heavily, one glaring at the other and the other expressionless.

"You're insane!" Oprah's face turned red, and she cursed loudly.

Burgess rubbed his thumb against her reddened lips from the kiss. "I'll see if you dare to provoke me again!"

His tone carried a dangerous warning.

Oprah instinctively wanted to retort but was intimidated by his gloomy gaze.

A wise man didn't fight when the odds were against him. She would consider it a bite from a dog!

Noticing Oprah's silence, Burgess smirked satisfactorily and turned to leave.

As he reached the doorway, he suddenly said, "By the way, my father's turning fifty the day after tomorrow, and he wants to host a family banquet. You better not be absent, or else."

Burgess left unsaid what would happen if she were absent, but Oprah knew he wouldn't let her off the hook.

He was such a bastard!

When Burgess left, Oprah took a pillow and pounded it while imagining it was him. Unfortunately, her anger only grew, and her fingertips trembled with rage.

At that moment, the doorbell rang again.

Thinking that Burgess had come back, Oprah opened the door and said without even looking, "Burgess, what else do you want?"

But it wasn't Burgess standing outside.

Looking at the stranger in a white coat, Oprah asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

"Miss Oprah, I am the personal doctor for him." The doctor smiled gently. "You caught a cold after getting soaked in the rain last night. He is worried about you, so he asked me to come and check on you."

Oprah was speechless.

The gentleman seemed to know everything as if he could always know her situation.

The feeling made her uncomfortable, and she couldn't tell if it was resentment or strangeness.

Oprah said lightly, "It's alright. I'm fine."

As she was about to close the door, the doctor quickly raised his hand to stop her and half-jokingly said, "Miss Oprah, I have a family to support and bills to pay. If I get fired by him, my whole family will go hungry next month."

Oprah didn't like to be tough on others, so she reluctantly let the doctor examine her.

"Miss Oprah, your fever has just gone down, so you must rest and drink plenty of hot water. Remember not to eat greasy and spicy food," the doctor advised Oprah carefully before leaving.

Oprah sat alone on the sofa. Perhaps being ill made people vulnerable. She suddenly felt that the whole apartment was empty and cold, and she was overwhelmed by a sense of loneliness and helplessness.

Unexpectedly, when she needed help and care, it was a stranger who silently cared for her.

Oprah forced a bitter smile, feeling a tinge of sadness.

Not knowing how long she had been lost in thought, she suddenly felt liquid flowing from her nose.

When she touched it, her fingertips were slippery, stained with blood.

Oprah frowned and went to the bathroom to clean up.

She didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was just a nosebleed caused by excessive internal heat. Then she remembered something and sent a message to him with her phone.

"Sir, thank you for your concern. But please don't send me things anymore or help me this way. It makes me feel bothered."

Shortly after sending the message, Oprah thought momentarily and sent another one, "Perhaps we can meet and chat like friends."

In no time, he replied, "Not possible."

"Why is it not possible?"

"Because I don't want to be your friend. I only want to be your man, to have you completely under my control and make your body bear only my scent."

He was a pervert, indeed!

Oprah was so angry that her hand trembled. Any good impression she had of him vanished. At that moment, she wanted to expose this pervert and discover who he was!

She carefully went through everyone she knew in her mind but had no clue. She became increasingly annoyed and noticed that he had sent several more messages to her.

"Why aren't you replying to me?"

"Are you feeling shy?"

"I imagine how cute and charming you must look when you're shy. If you could wear the dress I bought for you, you would be even more enchanting."

"Will you wear that dress and take a picture for me? Last night, I came five times just thinking about you."

Seeing those repulsive messages on the screen, Oprah couldn't take it anymore and immediately added his phone number to the blacklist.