Chapter 3

How had I never noticed before? This man was actually quite cute when he was embarrassed.

I noticed Adrian's collar was messy and reached out to fix it for him.

"Do not touch me." A low, cold warning sounded above my head.

It was fierce.

I froze, then remembered the comments arguing earlier.

Right. For the past three years, I had never given Adrian a pleasant expression. Lila, on the other hand, had been like a little sun, always warmly encouraging him to walk out of his shadows.

It was normal for Adrian to hate me.

I gave a self-mocking smile and withdrew my hand. "Close the door on your way out. I am going to sleep."

The man closed the door, but he did not leave. Instead, he walked toward me step by step.

His heated breathing grew clearer, and his eyes were red from restraint.

I finally realized something was wrong. "Adrian, what is wrong? Do you have a fever?"

The comments said:

"More accurately, he is in heat. No, seriously, second male lead, are you loving her too much? The villainess only teased you because she was bored, and you got so happy you pushed your rut forward."

"Rut?" I murmured.

We had been married for three years. How had I never known Adrian had a rut?

"The villainess is dumb too. She really thought the second male lead was pure and desireless? Please, he is an incubus. And your body is that good, your face is number one in the book. He just cannot bear to force you."

"During his previous ruts, Adrian would secretly take one of your intimate garments and hide somewhere in advance so you would not see him."

"That reminds me. Those clothes were pitiful too. They were nearly worn through by the second male lead's extraordinary gifts..."

I stared blankly at the rolling comments, as if the whole screen had turned into censorship blocks.

So he had told me not to touch him because of his rut?

Adrian buried his face in the hollow of my neck, rubbing against me helplessly.

A flush spread over his pale skin, staining him with desire and softening his usual distant coldness.

Before, I had been completely focused on dealing with Lila and trying to win Zach back. I had never looked at Adrian properly.

I had no idea this man was this good-looking.

His features were more refined than any celebrity on television.

"The drawer in the study... has medicine and syringes. Go get them..." Adrian's voice came in broken pieces as he tried helplessly to hide the markings and scales gradually appearing on his body.

I looked at him restraining himself to the limit, at his lip bitten bloody, at the sweat-soaked shirt clinging to his body and outlining abdominal lines that made the blood rush.

Then I changed my mind.

I had spent three years alone in this marriage. Although my urges were not as strong as an incubus', I was still a normal person.

The first clause of the marriage contract, written by me, was: no feelings, only money, and absolutely no taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state.

But I was the morally bankrupt vicious supporting woman. Why should I care about integrity?

After thinking it through, I patted his face lightly and whispered, "Adrian, remember to be gentle."

"Do not touch me. I am dirty..." Adrian trembled all over because of my touch, but still clung to his last bottom line.

"But I want you."

I dropped the robe, wiped the blood from his lip with my fingertip, rose on tiptoe, and kissed him.

The comments exploded.

"What is happening? The villainess actually made the first move."

"That face pat. Ahhh, she is too seductive. Sister, do you need a dog?"

"Love mixed with hate is trash. Love born from hatred is art."

"My heart is racing, my hands are shaking. Are our villain couple finally going to make hate-love happen?"