"I’m feeling a bit tired today. I’m going to take a nap."
"Then you should rest. We’ll celebrate properly on a vacation to make up for today," Evan assured with concern.
I nodded and went upstairs. Evan followed, staying close as if to keep watch.
Lying on the bed, I could not fall asleep. My mind churned with thoughts, trying to understand how he had become this person.
His special job required surveillance equipment at home. It was this equipment that told me everything.
The screen flickered back to a few hours ago...
Evan and Violet were entangled at the dining table. He picked up a glass of milk, pouring it onto her with deliberate intent.
"Captain, want some fresh milk?" Violet's charming eyes were as silky as silk.
Evan’s expression darkened as he leaned over her, pressing her against the dining table. "What do you think?"
I had never seen Evan completely consumed by lust like this. The man who was always gentle and considerate to me had a wild side I could not have imagined.
Violet clung to him tightly as her voice filled the room.
"Slow down... slow down..."
"Evan, do it slowly. You love how to torture me like this. Why don’t you torture Isla the same way?"