Second Marriage to Mr. Rich

Sean used his foot to hook the bedroom door closed. He pressed Angeline against the wall. His scorching body pressed tightly against hers, leaving no room for her to struggle. The hand against the wall turned off the light.

Darkness enveloped the bedroom. The sudden loss of sight heightened all of Angeline's senses. She heard Sean's heavy breathing and her own rapid heartbeat. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, she felt the bulging veins on Sean's sturdy arms. His heat burned like his kisses.

Sean's kisses overwhelmed Angeline like a beast overpowering its prey. She could hardly breathe, losing the strength to push him away. While the kisses dazed Angeline, Sean lifted her and threw her onto the bed.

The sensation of falling momentarily cleared her mind. She propped herself up on her elbows and gasped for air. Sean was at the bed's edge, unbuttoning his shirt. Angeline clutched the sheets while her breathing was erratic. "Sean... We shouldn't make this mistake again."

Sean leaned over and kissed Angeline again. He silenced her and swiftly unbuttoned his shirt. Angeline trembled, unable to resist. She weakened on the bed, her hands losing the strength to push him away. Angeline felt ignited with all constraints of reason and morality burnt away. She surrendered to instinct as she wrapped her arms around Sean's neck.

"Angeline, be mine. Okay?"

Sean's breath was hot against her ear, causing her toes to curl.

"B-But this is wrong..."

"We're legally married. It's not wrong!" Sean insisted while cradling her face for another kiss.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Angeline snapped out of her daze. She was overwhelmed by shame and hastily pushed him away. "The door... The doorbell!"

Sean frowned, his lips pressed tightly in displeasure. He recalled that he'd forgotten to call Taylor and tell him not to come.

He was reluctant to care.

"It must be Taylor with your pajamas!" Angeline's heart raced as she pushed again. "Hurry!"

Sean rose reluctantly.

Angeline took the moment Sean

picked up his shirt to rush to the

bedroom door. She straightened her

clothes and hair at the entrance. othes

Then she opened the door for Taylor.

"Ms. Angeline!" Taylor handed over the bag. "Here are Mr. Lawson's pajamas."

"Thank you. You shouldn't have to make this trip so late," Angeline thanked Taylor with a smile.

"It's my duty!"

Taylor glanced up and saw Sean

buttoning his shirt. Sean's cold gaze made Taylor shiver. Taylor noticed Angeline's flushed cheeks and

swollen lips. He realized his timing might have been inconvenient.

Taylor didn't linger and quickly said, "Then... I'll be leaving! My mom is waiting at home! Goodbye, Mr. Lawson, Ms. Angeline!"

After speaking, Taylor hurried to the

elevator. He pressed the button and closed his eyes in regret. He thought he should have just hung the pajamas on the door handle and sent a message instead of ringing the doorbell.