Love's Fleeting Dream

On a midsummer night, the heat was oppressive.

"Daisy, Lunas condition is not optimistic. You need to move faster, or with Jason Nightingales influence, he will soon discover that your identity as Daisy Williams is fake," Leo Thompson said, his words echoing in her mind.

Daisy had been back in the country for half a month, yet she hadnt found an opportunity to get close to Jason Nightingale.

Rumors in the underground market said he would visit "Tonights Brilliance," a well-known entertainment venue in Star City, tonight.

It just so happened that tomorrow was the first day of her ovulation, and she had to seize this chance to ensure "operation baby theft" was a success.

Daisy took a deep breath and walked out of the dressing room.

Inside the club, the lights were dazzling, and the music was lively. She tried her best to blend in with the surroundings.

In front of the 3888 VIP Presidential Suite, Daisy hesitated for a long time before pushing the door open.

Inside the room, a tall and slender man lay on the bed, took a puff of his cigarette, and then exhaled a cloud of smoke, saying, "You are Daisy Williams?"

His voice was as cold and indifferent as ever, devoid of emotion.

She suppressed the memories of the past and replied coquettishly but with restraint, "Yes, I am Daisy Williams, and I am the one who will spend the night with you tonight."

The fire years ago had almost destroyed half of her face. Although she had undergone plastic surgery after going abroad, her appearance had changed so much that she wasnt worried about being recognized by Jason Nightingale.

It was laughable that for the man she used to see every day, Daisy had spent a full two million just to get through the connections in the club, and they even said it was a friendly price.

"Begin," Jasons commanding tone brought Daisy back to reality.

She quickly concealed her expression and then walked over with a delicate chin raised, inadvertently revealing her cleavage and small waist, which were as flirtatious as could be.

In the past half month, Linda had taught her a lot, and she had even read several Pregnancy Guides. She must do her best these days.

She slightly lowered her head, showing a shy expression that was perfectly done, but in the eyes of men, it was just a feigned reluctance.

"Mr. Nightingale, I have taken the contraceptives as Linda instructed, so you can rest assured."

Jason glanced at Daisy, his expression cold and unreadable.

He stretched out his arm, flipped her onto the bed, and then pressed her down.

The sudden touch and the long-lost breath almost made Daisy panic and push him away.

But thinking of the sick Luna, she immediately regained her senses and hugged the man back with a calm counter-attack.

Although it was just a moment, Daisys panicked and familiar eyes still stunned Jason for a moment, and he quickly grabbed her neck, questioning coldly, "Who are you?"

"Mr. Nightingale, what are you doing? I am... Daisy Williams!" A strong sense of suffocation came, and Daisys face turned red as she squeezed out a sentence with all her strength.

At this moment, she finally realized Jasons hatred for her!

For five years, Jason would come to Tonights Brilliance once a month and ask Linda to find a woman similar to her to serve him, but every woman almost died at his hands.

Before, when Linda told her, she thought it was an exaggeration.

Through the force on her neck, she realized it was true!

Jasons grip gradually weakened, and his hand slid down from her collarbone.

Daisy knew that the aphrodisiac she took was taking effect.

And the mans originally angry red eyes became a bit emotional in a second.

Daisy touched her neck and pretended to inadvertently pull open the buttons on her collar, presenting the originally hidden fullness in front of Jasons eyes, and the mans eyes and breathing began to become heavy.

Jason heard the beast in his heart roaring and hugged Daisys slender waist tightly, and his big hands also began to wander on her body!

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The urgent knocking on the door was one after another, as if they would not stop until the door was broken.