"Don't tell me you've forgotten the events from last night?" she inquired, approaching the bed playfully, a sly grin on her face. "We shared a delightful evening; it was quite enjoyable, wasn't it?" She leaned in closer, her gaze locking deeply with his dark eyes. Despite feeling her heart race, she maintained composure. The revealing white towel she wore exposed the top of her breasts, catching Richard's attention, making his eyes momentarily wander. He swallowed, his attraction to her growing. Their closeness stirred an intense heat within him, and he couldn't help but admire her tempting lips. It had been five years since he'd felt this way about any woman – who could she possibly be? "It appears you're craving more of my alluring presence, Mr. Presley," she said, a sultry smile painting her lips. Observing the impact she had on him, she felt a sense of ease. But suddenly, reality hit Richard like a splash of cold water. "What exactly happened last night?" he asked, trying to grasp the situation. --- Haunted by the tragedy that befell Annabelle due to the Presley family, she sought revenge. To achieve her goal, she aimed to not only marry her cold-hearted ex-husband but also make him fall deeply in love with her. Would her carefully crafted plan ultimately succeed?
