Chapter 4

"What do you like?" Before I could react, he bit my neck. And just like that, the tables turned. I was starting to believe what Quella always said. For men, love and desire were two completely different things.

Afterward, when the heat faded, Yannick leaned against the bed, studying me like I was some kind of alien species. "Yulia, I’m seriously starting to think you’ve been possessed."

It made sense that he was suspicious. After all, I was not acting like the person he used to know.

I gave him a solemn nod. "Yeah, I've been possessed by a horny ghost."

He narrowed his eyes. "And this ghost couldn’t find anyone else?"

I tilted my head. "Guess you were just the easiest prey."

I grabbed my phone to order food, but he caught my wrist.

"What? You seduced me and took everything you wanted, so now, you want to toss me aside?"

I ignored him.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

When I returned, Yannick’s gaze was locked on the yellow paper bag in my hands, and his pupils shrank. He saw what I pulled out from it—a small box of pills. His expression darkened. In a flash, he was in front of me, his grip tightening around my chin.

"Yulia! What the hell are you doing? You’re taking this stuff?"

I winced. "What, you want me to pop out an heir for the Jordan family?"

His entire face burned with fury. "You had the nerve to do this, but you’re afraid of having a kid?"

"You’re hurting me!" I tried to pry his fingers off, but he was too pissed to notice. So, I made something up and said, "Of course, I’d love to give birth to a Jordan heir. But I took antibiotics for a cold a few days ago."

I gave him a pointed look and continued, "What, you think I’d get pregnant just to blackmail you?"

His gaze turned icy. "You wish, you greedy woman."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please. If you didn’t want it, I couldn’t have forced you."

He looked furious, and I thought he would storm out. Instead, he slammed the guest room door shut.

Hah. I guessed he did keep his promises.

And suddenly, I felt kind of guilty.

…

Back in high school, Yannick was the kind of guy everyone liked—warm, easygoing, and always ready with a joke.

His family moved into the villa next door right when my world fell apart. My parents were in the middle of a messy divorce, and one day, they just… left. No goodbye, no explanations—they were just gone.

I sat on the doorstep, crying quietly. I was too proud to sob out loud. That was when he walked over, handed me a tissue, and, for some reason, a piece of candy. That was just how he was.

Later, he transferred to my school. We were in the same grade but in different classes. And from the moment he showed up, he became the top student and never let go of this spot.

At the time, I was struggling. I had been left behind, so I was angry and depressed.

But Yannick? He showed up every day—bringing me lunch, helping me with homework, and keeping me company.

Eventually, he introduced me to his parents. Jordan and Louisa were wonderful, kind, and welcoming. They were a real family.

Especially Louisa. Whenever she went shopping, she would pick out clothes for me like it was the most normal thing in the world. Then, she would make Yannick drop them off at my place.

I felt awkward about it at first, but she would just smile and pat my shoulder. "Yulia, don’t overthink it. I’ve always wanted a daughter, and I feel a special bond with you. If I see something that suits you, of course, I’m going to buy it."

One time, when Yannick was walking me home, he laughed while ruffling my hair. "My mom just likes you, so take the gifts and stop overanalyzing everything."

And that was that.