Chapter 13

Marvin bid farewell to his in-laws. “Father, Mother, I must take my leave. If there is anything you need, please don't hesitate to call me.” He walked over to hug Axel. “You’ll be heading back to the dorms tomorrow, brother. Take good care of yourself, and hurry up and become a professor!”

Next, he approached Russel and offered a handshake, but Russel coldly turned his head away. “Russel, if my behavior earlier was a bit too much and upset you, I apologize. Regardless, you are still my brother-in-law. Never be afraid of the Harvard family! If you ever need another allotment of crude oil, just let me know!”

Marvin took his wife's hand and promptly led her away, walking with calm, commanding composure all the way out of the villa. The night was pitch black, and just as they climbed into the car for the drive back to the Rock estate, heavy rain began to pour.

Inside the car, Gennifer rested her head on her husband’s shoulder and murmured, “I just hope nothing bad happens to you later, darling.” Even now, Gennifer was still haunted by lingering anxiety.

“Don't worry, my love! I am no longer afraid of the Harvard family. So you know, before I dared to speak to Raymond the way I did today, I had thought everything through and planned it meticulously.”

“Dealing with them is extremely risky.”

“That was the old days, when they sat comfortably at the absolute top. Now, just watch, Gennifer—our family's business will break free from Harvard's grip. I've finally dared to take decisive action.”

“Ever since the day we met, Marvin, you’ve always loved springing surprises on people.”

They had first met back in high school when they were around seventeen years old. In Chemisland, if someone wanted to become respected and wealthy, they had to master the sciences—chemistry, physics, biology, engineering, mathematics, along with all their derivatives and related fields.

During that academic year, the most dominant and widely praised figure in the sciences was none other than Marvin Rock. In Chemisland, a wealthy individual who wasn't also a qualified scientist or engineer was never truly considered elite.

The colossal and prosperous Harvard and Wilmer families maintained their dominance because virtually every member held at least a master's degree in science or engineering, with many boasting doctorates. In short, true prestige came from intellectual mastery of the natural sciences, far more than mere wealth.

Marvin was precisely the reason Gennifer had fallen so deeply in love. Back in their youth, many predicted he would achieve extraordinary success based on his raw talent, academic achievements, and natural leadership. No one ever doubted his brilliance in engineering and science.

Marvin's level of intellect was already on par with a university professor by the time he first entered college. Throughout his studies, everyone around him was left dumbfounded by his versatility. He memorized every chemical element and its properties entirely by heart. He understood every scientific formula and theory—from the most basic laws of Newtonian physics all the way to advanced discussions on anti-matter and cosmology.

Gennifer admired Marvin not merely for his knowledge and technical skills, but for his sheer courage. He had always been known for his boldness since they were young, and today marked the ultimate peak of that audacity as he openly challenged the Crown Prince of Harvard right to his face.

“I love you so much, my husband,” she whispered softly, stroking Marvin’s arm.

When they arrived at the gorgeous, dimly lit courtyard of the Rock family estate, Marvin and Gennifer stepped out of the Audi and dashed through the downpour, their clothes getting slightly damp.

Harven Rockwell swung the front door open. “Come on inside, Brother,” he said in a slightly hurried tone.

After a brief chat with the rest of the Rock household, Marvin eagerly ushered his wife upstairs to their second-floor bedroom so she could get some rest.

At the beginning of their marriage, Gennifer had lived in this luxurious mansion and grown extremely comfortable with its top-tier amenities. Compared to the Winston Villa, the scale was entirely different—the Rock estate alone featured a sprawling, magnificent garden.

After showering and slipping into a sleek, gray silk pajama set, Marvin stood by the window for a moment, gazing out at the backyard courtyard. “A view I never got to see during my time in prison,” he murmured, letting out a long breath.

Gennifer, already fresh and fragrant from her bath, wore a delicate, translucent black silk lingerie set. Tonight, she was ready to devote herself entirely as her husband's doting companion. “Darling, could you tell me how on earth you managed to satisfy your manly urges while you were locked up?” she asked, sweeping her long black hair back, revealing a clean center parting.

Gennifer possessed long, curled eyelashes, beautifully arched brows, a sharp, elegant nose, a slender chin, sexy crimson lips, and a melancholic beauty reminiscent of a classic Italian or Spanish woman. Her curves, needless to say, were breathtakingly captivating.

Marvin turned around to face her and replied, “There were dozens of inmates crammed into a single cell block. I once saw the cell boss mount a rather unfortunate-looking guy to relieve his urges.” Marvin smiled with amusement as he recalled that repulsive incident.

“Were they playing sword fights?” Gennifer asked, covering her mouth in shock.

“Only the cell boss's sword was fighting. He tried to sheath it inside the victim, but the poor guy resisted. The victim chose to skip meals for an entire day just to keep his backdoor safe and intact.” Marvin let out a light laugh, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners.

Gennifer smiled while shaking her head in disbelief. “And what about you?”

Marvin slowly walked closer to the bed. “I never got involved in their business, and I never once entertained the thought of doing anything that disgusting. LGBT behavior is like filth. I'd rather starve for two days than ever touch that.”

“I trust you completely, my husband. So then, how did you vent your desires?”

Marvin sat down on the edge of the mattress right beside his wife and said affectionately, “I used to fantasize about you before falling asleep, so I dreamed of you often. Whenever I woke up damp, I always thanked my lucky stars.”

“And besides that?” Gennifer raised a single eyebrow into a playful, seductive slant, a mischievous smirk dancing on her lips. Her gaze was overwhelmingly alluring. Facing her like this, Marvin was completely powerless to resist.

Looking straight into his wife’s eyes, Marvin replied with a bashful smile, “Hmph. Whatever answer you're imagining is already inside your head, my love.” Marvin glanced away and added, “Perhaps we shouldn't discuss things that even teenagers already know.”

Gennifer ran her fingers through her hair once more, then wet her lips with the tip of her tongue in a slow, provocative motion. To Marvin, the word *perfection* was the only way to describe his wife. Her beauty and elegance had long been acknowledged by high society in Gloriston.

Ever since her teenage years, Gennifer had possessed an extraordinary charm and magnetic appeal. Despite receiving countless suitors from handsome, affluent young men across all of Chemisland, her heart belonged solely to Marvin, and it had never once wavered.

Marvin looked back into his wife's eyes and whispered, “Thank you, Gennifer. Week after week, you visited me in prison and showed me unwavering care. No one else in the world could be as devoted as you.”

Gennifer smiled sweetly and answered, “Because I love you, Marvin Rock. I would give you anything in the world.”

Marvin focused his gaze entirely upon his wife’s moist, parted lips.....