"Men like you are all the same—so bad!"
What Giovanni didn’t know was that I held the highest-level control over the medical pod. Any abnormal operation immediately triggered an alert to my phone. I had also secretly installed micro-cameras inside the pod.
By morning, I was recording the previous night’s pathological data when I suddenly felt arms wrap tightly around my waist.
Giovanni embraced me from behind, his warm breath brushing my ear.
"Babe, I missed you."
He pressed me onto the lab table, impatiently unbuttoning my clothes.
The scenes from the night before flashed in my mind, and my stomach churned.
The scratches on his back likely hadn’t faded yet.
Suppressing my nausea, I casually made an excuse to evade him.
"I have experiments to run soon."
Instead of getting upset, he gave me a doting smile.
"Then at least let me join you for breakfast, okay?"
At the dining table, I deliberately served him a piece of braised pork.
Sure enough, the thought of the cadavers in the dissection room sent him rushing to the bathroom to vomit.
When Giovanni returned, he put on his usual facade of concern.