Connor Sutton leaned back in his chair and opened his mouth. Donovan Xavier’s lips curled into a cold sneer. He raised a hand, gripped Connor’s jaw, and poured the bowl of porridge directly into his mouth. The porridge was scalding hot, burning a painful path down his throat! Connor Sutton struggled desperately. "No... This is supposed to be feeding, not force-feeding!" "Let... let go! It’s hot... I’m choking... I’m going to choke to death..." Donovan Xavier didn’t loosen his grip, forcing the entire bowl of porridge down his throat. He laughed with cold malice. "What’s wrong, President Sutton? Are you dissatisfied with my service?" Connor Sutton struggled fiercely. "Let... let me go." "Donovan... Donovan Xavier, I’m going to... kill you." A sinister smile played on Donovan Xavier’s lips as he squeezed Connor’s jaw tighter and tossed him to the ground. "President Sutton, how did you fall? Here, let me help you up." He bent down, grabbed the man’s arm, and gave it a vicious, hidden squeeze. Connor Sutton winced, swung his arm to shove Donovan’s hand away, only to lose his balance and crash to the ground again. The pain was intense. Chloe Preston stood nearby, pressing a hand to her forehead as she shook her head. This wasn’t care; this was a death sentence! She finally understood why he had agreed to come over—to torture Connor to the point of wishing he were dead. Chloe Preston stepped forward and gently tugged on the hem of his shirt. "Alright, don’t take it too far." Donovan Xavier looked at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. "As you wish." He withdrew his hand and placed the empty bowl on the table. Then, he picked up his suitcase, wrapped an arm around Chloe’s slender waist, and lazily headed upstairs. Watching them, Connor Sutton looked utterly disheveled. His lips twitched. "What are you two doing!" Donovan Xavier glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he chuckled softly. "We’re picking a room. We’re staying here. It’ll be more convenient to take care of you." Connor Sutton was speechless. In the room, the lights were bright. Donovan Xavier was leaning against the sofa. Chloe Preston was nestled in his embrace, her breathing uneven. Seeing this, Donovan Xavier smiled. "Thinking about it?" he asked, his voice deliberately low and seductive. Chloe Preston hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, yet she seemed drunk, her eyes misty and lost in a sensual haze. Though she was a woman, she had desires, too. Chloe Preston tilted her head up, her shimmering, watery eyes fixed directly on him. Donovan Xavier leaned back. "Miss Quinn, are you in a hurry?" Their every word was enough to make one’s heart race and cheeks flush. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveI[F]ire.net But what they didn’t know was that when they had come in, they hadn’t closed the door properly, leaving it slightly ajar. Donovan Xavier stood up and carried her to the bed. Two maids, carrying platters of fruit, were blinking their wide eyes as they pressed themselves against the door, eavesdropping. "What are you doing?" Seeing them skulking about, Connor Sutton shoved one hand in his pocket and walked over, his brow furrowed. "What are you two guarding here in the middle of the night? Trying to be gatekeepers?" Chloe Preston heard the voice and panicked. "There’s... someone there!" Donovan Xavier had naturally heard it too. "Are you nervous?" "Stop talking and let go of me." "What are you afraid of?" Donovan Xavier, however, was completely unruffled and calm. Chloe Preston reached out and pushed him forcefully. "Someone’s outside! Get up, quickly." Seeing how scared she was, Donovan Xavier chuckled, then reached out and switched off all the lights. The room was plunged into pitch darkness. He flipped the blanket over both of them, covering them completely until it was impervious to light. "There. Now no one will see us if they come in," Donovan Xavier murmured. "Don’t be scared, Chloe. Your husband’s here." Connor Sutton stood his ground, brow furrowed as he continued to scold the maids. "I asked you, what were you looking at?" The two maids looked at each other and stammered, unable to get a word out. With one hand still in his pocket, Connor Sutton’s temper flared. "Cat got your tongues?" "Fine! If neither of you will talk, I’ll go see for myself!" The maids took a step forward, wanting to stop him but not daring to. Connor Sutton walked to the door and noticed it was ajar. He was just about to push it open. The next second, he froze, snatching his hand back just before it touched the door. He turned his head, glanced at the two maids not far away, and sneered, "Hah. No wonder you two were standing guard here like a pair of door gods." The two maids hung their heads low. Connor Sutton’s brow tightened, and he gritted his teeth. "Donovan Xavier, could you at least act like a decent human being? This is my home, not some hotel! Is this appropriate?!" No one inside responded. Connor Sutton knocked on the wall, his teeth still clenched. "Donovan Xavier, say something!" After a long moment of silence, there was still no reply. Furious, Connor Sutton turned and stalked toward his own room. And as he left, he was even considerate enough to close the door for them! Connor Sutton came downstairs, yawning slightly, looking as though he hadn’t slept well. He didn’t know what was wrong. Last night, he had tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Even after taking sleeping pills, he still couldn’t find rest. Connor Sutton lifted his gaze and noticed the woman standing by the door. She was wearing a simple, waist-cinching cheongsam with exquisite embroidery. Her jet-black hair was tucked behind her ears, accented by round pearl earrings. Her gaze was clear, and her profile was stunningly beautiful. Her figure alone was exquisite—graceful, slender, and utterly enchanting. That waist... so thin you couldn’t circle it with one hand. A living, breathing work of art, full of captivating allure. Yet her aura was gentle and serene, elegant and dignified, with an undercurrent of cool aloofness that warned others not to get too close. She was too perfect. To even touch her would be a desecration. Connor Sutton watched for a long time, completely captivated. Just then, Donovan Xavier came down the stairs with steady steps and stood beside him, a faint smile on his lips. "So? My girlfriend is beautiful, isn’t she?" Connor Sutton turned to look at him, his expression impassive. "She is. Her only flaw is that she was wasted on you." Donovan Xavier’s dark eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable. Connor Sutton stated, "If she had met me first, she would have fallen in love with me." Donovan Xavier’s thin lips curled into a cold smile. "Such delusional confidence." "You!" Connor Sutton gritted his teeth in fury. Donovan Xavier didn’t deign to reply. With an air of aristocratic grace, he strode directly toward Chloe. When Chloe Preston saw him approaching, the memory of last night made her flinch. She instinctively wanted to run. Donovan Xavier found this amusing. He closed the distance, raised a hand, and took hold of her slender arm. "Why do you look so scared of me?" Chloe Preston lowered her gaze. "I’m not afraid."