Claire felt her dignity being crushed and trampled by the man in front of her. She held back her tears, leaned on the cold wall of the elevator, and slowly stood up, heading outward.
But Ethan wouldnt let her go so easily. His slanted eyes were full of rage, and his dark pupils contained a madness that was alarming. Especially seeing her silent and seemingly indifferent, he grabbed her wrist with one hand and tore her clothes apart with the other.
Claire covered her chest: "Ethan, dont do this..."
Dont do this? You should have treated his Zoe the same way! Ethan thought of the ugly face of the woman in front of him, who had driven Zoe away with threats of death, and he wished to destroy her inside and out.
Zoe, Zoe, this is the sister you asked me to take good care of before you left, crying!
"Are you scared? Isnt this what youve always wanted? If you want to be a whore, dont put up a facade," Ethan gave a strange smile, tore her clothes to pieces, spread her legs, and without any foreplay, penetrated her directly.
Although it was the presidents private elevator, Ethan just wanted to vent the burning fire in his heart and didnt care about the panic and struggle of the person under him.
...
The beeping sound of the microwave woke her up. Looking at the steaming food again, she checked the time on her mobile phone, and it was already half past ten in the evening. Was he not coming back tonight?
As she hesitated, the number she had memorized by heart was dialed. It was answered in just a few seconds.
"Yunfan, are you..." coming home for dinner tonight?
"Beep beep beep..." The other party didnt say a word, and as soon as he heard her voice, he hung up the phone immediately.
The smile on Claires face didnt last a second. She stiffly threw the phone onto the sofa, and her body slid to the ground powerlessly. Except for work, he didnt want to give her even a moment to speak, not even a simple greeting.
Since the incident five years ago, she has been his secretary during the day and his mistress at night. She knew she was just a substitute for the person in his heart, but after five years... she sometimes naively thought that love would grow over time, just a little bit, she just wanted a little bit of his pity.
But the reality is a bright slap in the face. He has been very serious about what he said to her that year. Even if she stays by his side for a lifetime, he will never like her, let alone fall in love with her.
She lives in a villa that is not even a golden house to hide a concubine. Every night with an indescribable expectation, hoping that he will come back. However, except when he wants to vent, she can hardly see his figure. Ha ha, its really stupid.
Claire, who was immersed in the past all night, was awakened by the alarm clock. She looked at her haggard face with a wry smile, simply powdered it, and hurried to the company. She didnt know that a bombshell would blow up her mood that she had just tidied up.
"Have you seen the entertainment news? Last night, a paparazzi caught our president and that big star Heather entering and leaving a hotel together!!"
"Oh, the president has changed his companion again, and this time its that big star!... The presidents taste is really good, and its just that our Secretary Lu doesnt understand this. She always wants to stick to him. She doesnt look at her dead face, how can our president like her."
"Be careful! That woman is coming..."
Claire straightened her back and walked past these people without blinking. She has heard too many such rumors over the years, and this level of words can no longer hurt her.
She has always cared about only one person.