Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1648: The Beginning of a New Prelude

Chapter 1648: The Beginning of a New Prelude

Khebury, DeNox.

The exclusive suite on the top floor.

The bedsheets were wrinkled, the room was in disarray, and even the air was filled with a special ambiguous atmosphere.

It was already bright outside, but the curtains remained tightly closed. A dim night light illuminated the room, casting a faint halo. The sound of rushing water continued to echo from the bathroom.

A misty haze filled the room.

Vicki stood under the showerhead, her tall figure being washed by the hot water, her wheat-colored skin glistening.

After showering, she dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe.

The man on the bed was still asleep.

She opened the curtains slightly, opened the door, and walked out onto the balcony, going all the way to the railing.

Leaning against the railing, she casually picked up the lighter on the rattan coffee table next to her and lit a slender menthol cigarette, taking a few puffs.

White smoke rose between her fingers, lingering.

Gradually, she felt as if she was immersed in the mist. With her back to the room, she looked at the view beyond the railing-the internal garden of DeNox, designed in a Japanese style, exquisite and full of Zen Her hand rested on the railing, holding the cigarette between her fingers.

Suddenly, a man came up behind her, furrowing his brow, and took the cigarette from her hand.

"I thought you quit? Why are you smoking again?" he asked.

Vicki felt a little annoyed as she glanced back at the man.

"Awake? You should go home now."

Felix's face instantly darkened. What did this woman think she was doing after spending the night together? She wanted him to leave as soon as he woke up? This was his territory. Suppressing his anger, he embraced her from behind.

He asked, "When are we getting married? How long do you want me to wait?"

Luther and Joyce had already returned to Khebury with their children. Joyce was pregnant with twins. Felix envied them.

Vicki turned her head, her expression unchanged, and asked calmly, "When did I make you wait? I never said I wanted to get married."

Felix's expression grew even darker.

He wanted to tear open her heart and see what it was made of. Was it made of stone? How could she be so heartless!

Four years ago.

A top-notch headhunting company introduced a legendary figure to manage DeNox, and that person was Vicki.

He still remembered the first time he saw her, she had stunned him. He had never seen a woman like her before.

She was tall, not much shorter than him.

Her appearance was striking, with narrow and captivating eyes that seemed to mesmerize people. High and straight nose, plump lips, healthy wheat-colored skin-her unique beauty was unforgettable. Their first conversation, he would never forget.

"You're the new director of DeNox?"

"That's right. Who are you?" She raised her long gaze and glanced at him.

Her aura was so strong that he was instantly speechless.

"I, I am the boss of DeNox," he awkwardly replied, feeling a bit diminished in her presence.

"Oh, so you're the legendary playboy from the Saunders family."

He would never forget her disdainful smile.

So, he made up his mind to make her his. It wasn't difficult at all.

Soon, he succeeded. When he made ambiguous advances towards her, she didn't even object. She agreed without any reservation.

He thought she was so bold and experienced, but he didn't expect her to be a virgin.

Afterwards, he made it clear that he wouldn't take responsibility, and they were just playing around.

But she was even more carefree, saying that she was a normal person with needs. They each took what they needed, and he didn't need any burdens. If he had a formal girlfriend or a potential wife, he just needed to inform her. She would immediately end their relationship.

She didn't even stay the night, she would leave directly after their encounters.

And so, they maintained their "friends with benefits" relationship. Four years flew by.

He thought he had succeeded, that he had conquered her.

But gradually, he realized he was wrong.

It wasn't him playing with her, but her playing with him.

He had already fallen deeply in love with her, thinking about her day and night. He no longer frequented nightclubs, feeling disgusted even by accidental touches from other girls.

In the second year together, he proposed to her. Since he realized his true feelings, he didn't hold back.

He wanted to marry her and make her completely his.

But this heartless woman took his words as a joke, as if she didn't care at all.

Every time they were intimate, she never stayed the night.

Sometimes hefelt that she was cruel, as if everything that had happened between them had never occurred, as if no moment lingered, she would simply get dressed and leave. Four years had passed, he asked her to stay, but she would resolutely leave every time.

Last night was the first time she stayed, sleeping by his side.

That night, he slept particularly soundly.

He sensed that something was bothering her, even absentminded, but he didn't ask her what had happened exactly.

Although their bodies had been intertwined for four years, he had never entered her inner world. He didn't know what she was thinking, and he couldn't even see what she wanted to do next.

In these four years, she truly treated him as nothing more than a "friend with benefits."

He had asked before, if he had hurt her with his initial nonchalant attitude, if that was the reason she had never accepted him all these years. If that was the case, he sincerely apologized.

Back then, he was carefree, but he had dedicated himself for four years. How could she not see that?

However, she just smiled and said that she had never minded because she had never thought of being with him.

He was infuriated and ignored her for half a month in protest.

But this heartless woman didn't give him a call or send a message during that time, as if she didn't care. He even feared that if he continued ignoring her, the result would be an unspoken end to their relationship.

So, he gave in and occupied her person since he couldn't obtain her heart.

Only during their intimate moments could he feel that she briefly belonged to him.

Just like last night.

Felix took a deep breath. "Vicki, I want to get married!"

He forcefully turned her around, forcing her to look at him.

"I want you to have my children!"

Seeing her cold expression, he closed his eyes and tried to calm down. "You have a good relationship with Joyce. She's back now, and you should know. The children are almost four years old, and she's pregnant with twins. Vicki, I'm almost thirty-two years old now. I want to marry you."

As he spoke, his anger became harder to suppress.

Vicki's narrow eyes lifted. "I've said that you can marry someone else. I can step aside at any time. If you want me to leave DeNox today, I can pack my things right now."

Felix felt himself getting close to being driven mad by her.

"I don't want anyone else. I want you to have my child. I want you to give birth to my child. I'm already thirty-two, and I want to be a father!"

His chest heaved up and down, his handsome face turned purple with anger, and the veins on his neck bulged.

He tightly gripped her shoulders, his fingers trembling.

Today, he had to make things clear.

After four years.

Shouldn't she give him an answer?