Chapter 3

The door was banged open as the room card was inserted, and warm light flooded in.

The man strode in, carrying a woman in his arms, and shut the door behind him.

The room was silent as Damien carefully laid the woman on the bed, her shirt torn and crumpled.

What worried him more was her restlessness, as she tugged at his clothes and wriggled in his embrace.

It took all his willpower to resist the impulse in his heart as he held her close.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Damien felt like he had just climbed a mountain as he placed her on the bed.

He noticed her flushed cheeks and shortness of breath, and a chill crept across his handsome face.

Judging by her appearance, she must have been drugged, he thought.

Otherwise, why would she be so eager for him?

A wave of hostility rose in his heart, and his eyes darkened with anger. It seemed like someone was daring to mess with him.

He couldn't bear to think about what would have happened if he hadn't arrived in time.

If someone else had touched her, he might have lost his mind and gone on a rampage.

Suddenly, the woman's voice interrupted his thoughts.

He turned to see her struggling, and quickly went to get a towel to wipe her face before taking her to the hospital.

"It's so hot!" she whimpered.

Damien turned to comfort her, but was shocked to see her sitting up, her shirt unbuttoned.

He immediately covered her chest, trying not to look at her.

"Don't move, I'll take you to the hospital," he said, his voice rough with emotion.

Jane gazed at him and impulsively leaned in to kiss him.

She couldn't get enough, and kept kissing him, lost in her desire.

Damien was no longer able to resist her advances, and his defenses crumbled before her enthusiasm.

He felt intoxicated, not just from the alcohol, but also from her presence.

Unable to resist any longer, he gently held her face and kissed her with reverence.

Dim lighting always sparks some form of inspiration in people.

However, he didn't want her to be with him for the wrong reasons, and he regained his senses.

Now, she had no recollection of who he was.

If it were any other man, she would have reacted the same.

A dark glint flickered in his light brown eyes, and the urge in his heart receded like a tide.

Would she forget everything that had happened tonight when she woke up, leaving him as just a mere stranger?

He took out his phone, turned on the recording, and placed it on top of her head, his eyes glimmering.

Lowering his head, he kissed her lips once more before heading to the bathroom.

Upon his return, he found the woman on the bed had already drifted off to sleep.

He picked up the phone from above her head and stepped out onto the balcony to make a call.

"Come over immediately and investigate who entered room 516 tonight, as well as Jane Austen's current situation. Everything must be fine."

Damien stood on the balcony, the cool night breeze brushing against his face, his handsome features reflecting a sense of chilliness.

The person on the other end of the line hesitated before asking, "Master, who is Jane Austen?"

"My future wife!" he declared.

The person on the other end of the line was taken aback and asked, "When did you get a girlfriend?"

Are you not single? he wanted to ask, but dared not.

"Come over and we'll talk!" Damien hung up and gazed out into the deep night, his eyes filled with determination.