Chapter 6 A Wild Night

A man grabbed Olivia, his face twisted in an excited, lewd grin.

"I'm your husband. Come with me now."

The man tried to drag Olivia toward his room. Her steps grew increasingly unsteady. Suddenly, she caught sight of another man walking in their direction. Using every last bit of strength, she pushed away from the creep beside her.

"Help me..."

Olivia collapsed into Matthew's arms, startling him completely. He had initially seen the sleazy man with a woman and planned to mind his own business, but when the woman suddenly threw herself into his arms, it sent chills down his spine.

"Let go of me right now."

Matthew pushed Olivia away forcefully, then reached into his pocket for his pill bottle. Just as he was about to take his medication, he realized something shocking—the parts of his body that had touched Olivia showed no red rash.

'What's happening? Has my allergy been cured? No, wait... it's this woman...'

Matthew stared at Olivia, who had fallen to the ground. The sleazy man approached her again, trying to pull her up.

Matthew stepped forward and swept Olivia into his arms before the man could reach her. His gaze turned cold and menacing as he confronted the stranger.

"Stop. What's your relationship to her?"

"I'm her husband, you pretty boy! Let go of my wife!"

"No, I don't know him..." Olivia managed to cry out with her last bit of consciousness.

The sleazy man lunged forward to teach Matthew a lesson, but the moment his hand touched Matthew's collar, Matthew caught his wrist in a crushing grip. Then he kicked the man hard in the stomach, sending him flying.

"I'll give you three seconds. If you're not out of my sight by then, you can prepare to spend the rest of your life in prison."

Matthew's cold stare made the creep's heart race with fear. Before the three seconds were up, the man rushed into the elevator.

After the sleazy man left, Matthew curiously examined Olivia in his arms. This woman didn't trigger his allergic reaction, but her condition seemed seriously wrong.

"Are you drunk? Where's your room?"

Matthew asked two questions in succession, but Olivia's mind was too clouded to answer. She could only make unconscious moans.

Left with no choice, Matthew had the hotel staff get him a room and carried Olivia inside.

"Have a wonderful evening with your companion!"

The staff member winked suggestively at Matthew before closing the door. Matthew opened his mouth to explain but didn't get the chance. He could only pry Olivia off of him and throw her onto the bed.

"Who exactly are you?"

Matthew asked in a deep voice, but Olivia didn't answer. Instead, she looked at him with confused, hazy eyes.

The struggle had left Olivia's clothes disheveled, revealing large patches of snow-white skin. Combined with the effects of alcohol and drugs, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

Matthew stared at Olivia's smooth, pale thighs and her half-exposed chest. His heartbeat unconsciously quickened. He felt himself hardening and swelling uncomfortably against his underwear.

Looking at this seemingly intoxicated woman, Matthew's expression showed internal struggle.

"Miss, do you have a boyfriend?"

A flash of hope appeared in Matthew's eyes. He was a normal man, but because of his condition, he had never experienced a man's pleasure.

"Boyfriend? We broke up! I need a new man now!"

Olivia lunged at Matthew, wrapping around him like an octopus again. Her full, soft breasts pressed against his chest, making his heart race so fast it felt like it might burst from his mouth.

Olivia tilted her neck back and pressed her hands against Matthew's head, seemingly wanting to kiss him.

"Wait, I'm not ready yet."

Matthew quickly pulled out his phone and took several photos of Olivia's face, then sent them to his assistant John Mitchell.

"John, I need you to investigate this woman's identity! She's important to me... "

Matthew suddenly let out a moan. Olivia had actually undone his belt and slipped her hand into his pants.

Olivia's actions were like throwing a spark into a powder keg. Matthew could no longer control himself. He lifted Olivia up, threw her onto the bed, and pressed himself on top of her.

This time, it was Matthew who initiated the kiss. Their tongues intertwined and danced in each other's mouths.

Olivia grabbed Matthew's suit jacket and pulled it off forcefully, revealing a pearl-white custom-made shirt underneath. After their struggle, several buttons had been torn off, exposing his solid chest muscles and hints of defined abs.

Lust overtook reason. Matthew felt his whole body burning with heat. He tore off what remained of his shirt, then began ripping at Olivia's clothes.

Olivia cooperated enthusiastically, listening to the sound of fabric tearing with an even more crazed smile on her face.

"Yes, that's it. Come on!"

Olivia screamed as she pushed Matthew down onto the bed, then stripped off his pants. She aligned his hard member with her body and let herself sink down...

Matthew opened his mouth and groaned, his hands gripping Olivia's soft, smooth thighs tightly, leaving marks on her skin.

This was his first time. The woman's movements were somewhat rough, but at the moment of intimate connection, that enveloping, moist sensation felt like soaking in a warm milk bath.

Matthew's reason was once again defeated by wild passion. He embraced Olivia, pressed her beneath him, spread her legs apart, and began intense thrusting...

Meanwhile, Esme received a phone call from the sleazy man, who roared at her through the phone.

"Didn't you say I was the only male lead you hired? Why was there another man who stole her away? You liar! Now they're going at it hot and heavy in that room. He stole my scene, and I'm not returning the money you gave me—consider it compensation for my medical bills."

After being berated, Esme felt somewhat confused. However, she understood that Olivia had been taken by another man, but that didn't matter. She put away her phone and smiled coldly.

"Though there was a small hiccup, the outcome is the same. Olivia, you can prepare to be thrown out like trash by the Howard family. When that happens, Lucas will forget about you because you're garbage, and I can be with him."

At the Howard Manor, Celeste stared at her phone, which wouldn't connect, her expression darkening.

"What is that Olivia doing? On her first day of marriage, she dares to break the rules of this household, staying out this late and not coming home!"

Celeste angrily threw her phone onto the sofa.

Butler Damon stood nearby, hesitating before speaking.

"Should we call her back?"

Celeste thought for a moment and shook her head.

"No need for that trouble. Go lock the manor's main gate. When she comes back tomorrow morning, we'll punish her and make her understand the consequences of not following the rules."

"Yes, Madam."

Damon nodded and left to contact the gate security to lock up. Even if Olivia came home early tonight, she wouldn't be able to get through the main gate.

In fact, Olivia didn't return home that entire night, not until the next morning.

When Olivia woke up in bed, she found herself in an unfamiliar room. Her head felt foggy for a moment, then she suddenly shivered as she remembered the crazy things she had done the night before.

She stiffly turned her head to find a naked man lying beside her, still asleep.