The entire process was incredibly enjoyable, and he was very diligent. I was extremely tired, with sore waist and legs. But my biological clock still woke me up on time at six-thirty in the morning.
The rooms curtains, though thick, still let in a sliver of light.
I looked at the man lying next to me, feeling a sense of emptiness. His face was so perfect that even my immunity to male beauty couldnt help but stare.
He held me tightly in his arms, his handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed. I wondered what kind of dream made him so restless, even in his sleep.
Gently, I removed his arm.
Looking at the scattered clothes on the floor, my face couldnt help but redden.
I hastily took a shower, and by the time I came out, he was already awake and dressed.
He was truly handsome, wearing simple clothes that had a distinct flavor on him. His temperament was so refined, completely incomparable to the gigolos I saw last night.
Thinking about his impeccable service last night, I suddenly felt a pang of guilt about my wallet.
Such a top-notch gigolo must not come cheap!
"Are you leaving?" he asked, watching me with an eagle-like gaze.
I smiled awkwardly, if I didnt leave now, I was afraid I wouldnt be able to.
"How much?" I asked.
I had made up my mind, if the price was high, as soon as I stepped out of this door, I would call Catherine to find me a cheaper, more resourceful one.
"What?" His expression paused for a moment.
"Last nights service was very satisfactory," I said, "name your price."
I actually regretted it a bit, forgetting to discuss the price at the beginning, now discussing it afterwards, I was afraid he would make an outrageous demand. I was afraid I wouldnt have enough money on me, and if he really asked for a sky-high price, I would have to call Jane for help.
Unexpectedly, a hint of sarcasm flashed through his eyes, and he suddenly stood up, strode over to me in a few steps, and looked down at me.
I didnt notice it last night, but today, upon closer inspection, he was about six feet two inches tall. For some reason, the way he looked at me was quite oppressive.
"What are you looking at?" I lowered my head and cast my gaze elsewhere.
"I dont want money," he said.
I was stunned, looking at him strangely: "Are you kidding me?"
"No joke," he looked at me, his expression very serious, and it really didnt seem like he was joking.
"What do you want then? Besides money, I dont have anything else I can give you!" I watched him warily.
"Three times a week, I want to see you," he said, looking at me, enunciating each word, "Three times a week, I wont charge you."
Youve got to be kidding me!
Im extremely busy with work every day, I dont have time to meet him!
"Thats impossible!" I refused without thinking, "Im very busy with work, and I have a family to go back to."
"Then Ill come to you," he said, looking at me.
I was about to refuse when I suddenly realized that this man with such audacity was exactly the person I was looking for at the beginning! Only a man with such courage could help me accomplish my goal!
I turned my mind a bit and smiled: "Okay. Ill come to you tomorrow. Heres my number, be sure to come at six in the evening!"
I left the club.
Dragging a tired body, I returned to the company. There was a pile of things to do at the company, and I was extremely busy.
Finally, after work, I returned home. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother-in-law with a stern face staring at me.
"Still know how to come back!" she glared at me as if I were an enemy.
I ignored her.
"Hey, Im talking to you!" The mother-in-law stood up and shouted at me.
I glanced back at her and said, "Your son hasnt been home for a week, you might as well take care of your son when you have time to care about me."
Upon hearing this, the mother-in-law became extremely angry: "Edward Cullen is a man busy with his career, its normal for a man to be out working and not come home!"
"Oh, he hasnt been home for several days, dont blame me for not being able to have a child," I looked back at her with a smirk, "Edward Cullen never touches me, how can I have a child!"
The mother-in-law became very angry upon hearing this.
"You just watch, you ungrateful woman, now that Edward is not at home, you show your true colors! I shouldnt have let my son marry a woman like you who cant lay an egg. I could raise a hen that can lay eggs, and youve been in our family for five years, and you havent produced anything!"
I used to cry secretly when she scolded like this, but after five years, Ive gotten used to her personality. Especially after I found out about Edward Cullens secret, Im just heartbroken towards his family, nothing else.
"Are you finished? If youre finished, Im going to rest," I said, about to leave. But she grabbed me and wouldnt let me go back to my room.
I was angry and couldnt help it, so I shook her off.
I didnt know if I used too much force, or if she did it on purpose, but she fell to the ground with a thud, and her head hit the door frame.
"Ah, theres no justice in the world, the daughter-in-law is going to rebel and kill me!" She cried very loudly and even shed tears with a tune.
I just found it funny, I hadnt seen her for a night, and this old womans acting skills have improved so much.
"Well, get up, dont pretend, theres only me and you at home, dont pretend here..." Before I could finish speaking, a strong force pushed me to the ground.
I looked back abruptly and saw Edward Cullen in his pajamas, his face full of anger.
I was stunned, and suddenly understood why the mother-in-law had cried so loudly just now.
It turned out Edward Cullen was back.
He brushed past my shoulder and went over to help his mother up.
"Edward Cullen, Im going back to my hometown. You dont welcome me in this family, Isabella Swan, she hates me every day, either scolding or beating me," the mother-in-law exaggerated.
I wanted to argue, but Edward Cullens cold gaze suddenly fell on me.
I sneered, "What, do you want to scold me or hit me?"
Edward Cullen looked at me, a bit surprised. He probably didnt expect that I would retort. He probably always thought I was a bun.
He was very angry, the veins on his neck were protruding.
He walked over to me and pushed me into the room.
After closing the door, he slapped me.
"Bitch, where were you last night?"