Trouble in Paradise (Arianna and Nicholas)

At the white building on the outskirts of Radiant City, Claudia happily ran out, in stark contrast to the heavy and oppressive atmosphere around her. She dashed forward, calling out, "Nick!"

She threw herself into Nicholas's arms without hesitation. She remembered how, in the past, he would always lift her up by the waist. He would spin her around in the air, and smile at her. But now, his embrace was as cold as ice. She hugged him tighter, but the silky fabric of his suit made her grip slip.

Claudia wasn't obsessed with a hug. After all, if Nicholas liked how things went between them last night, perhaps something more would happen once he sobered up.

She looked up at him with admiration. "Nick, you brought so many people with you. Are you here to take me home?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. Although she looked pitiful, a hint of triumph flickered beneath her gaze.

If she had known he was so easy to manipulate, she would have seduced him when he was drunk years ago, saving herself from these three years of suffering. Without a word, Nicholas grabbed the back of Claudia's collar and took her off from him. He held her effortlessly in one hand, barely breaking stride as he walked. The hospital doors creaked open. Without turning back, Nicholas ordered in a low and menacing tone, "You all stay outside."

Beth nodded and gently closed the door. Turning to the bodyguards, she warned, "Whatever happens tonight, not a word leaves this place."

A flash of lightning illuminated the stern faces around her, and she nodded in satisfaction.

Inside, a loud thud echoed as if something heavy had been thrown to the ground. Claudia's face twisted in pain, and she was too shocked to even cry. "Who told you to wear her clothes?"

Nicholas had tossed her on the

ground. Only then did he notice what she was wearing. He silently walked toward her, looking at the dress she wore under the dim hallway lights.

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"Nick, I look good in this dress too! You bought her so many, but she doesn't even wear them. But I will!"

Claudia crawled over and clung to his leg. She couldn't help but rub her cheek against him.

"If you like mature women, I can be mature too. Whatever kind of woman you want, whatever you like in bed, I'll do it all for you."

After Claudia finished speaking, she waited for Nicholas's response but was met with silence. Looking up, she saw a strange smile form on his lips.

"Nick, I'm serious. But since I'm inexperienced, you'll have to teach me. Hand in hand, step by step."

Seeing that she was getting a reaction, she doubled down. She rubbed her body, which lacked curves, against him. Occasionally, she would glance up, hoping to confirm her charm on him

"You're inexperienced?" Nicholas's smile twisted into something darker, more menacing.

He looked down at her and said, "Tell me how you did it last night. Let's see if you're as inexperienced as you claim."

Claudia scrambled to her feet and

pushed Nicholas to sit on a bench in

the middle of the hallway. Seeing

how cooperative he was made her

even bolder.

"So this is what you like." She moved behind him, placing her fingertips on his temples and massaging them gently.

"You were drunk last night, complaining of a headache, so I massaged you. You said I had magic hands and made you feel so good."

Her voice was soft, and her touch was even gentler. Her fingers slowly moved down like feathers tracing over his skin.