The city of Gotham, in the early summer, still buzzling even after midnight.

The towering Gotham Tower, adorned by its signature red lights, while the large sphere atop the structure emitted a soft glow during the night. The light penetrates the city's haze, streaming through the large windows brightening the floor of the presidential suite.

It also cast a long shadow of a figure on the wall.

She clutches the bedsheet beneath her, finding no peace within her mind.

Perhaps, at this moment, she doesn't wish for tranquility. After experiencing the early action and anxiety, the sense of guilt in her head had been dispersed by the shamelessness of Chase.

It's ridiculous, probably there are no scenarios as clichéd as this in the world. Chase and his female secretary went to the top of the mountain for a secret rendezvous, and they even had an accident, which resulted in both of them being rushed to the hospital...

If she could, she really didn't want to witness such a scene. In the one year since their marriage, she had grown accustomed to his various scandals, never confronting him about them. Her mother-in-law always said, "All men are polygamous in nature," but then why didn't she address her husband's affair even when their son was already in his twenties? She could tolerate rumors, but her mother-in-law asked her to take care of Chase in the hospital late into the night. Did her mother-in-law consider this an honor? She really wanted to ask the doctor, why not directly let Chase and that woman undergo a surgery so they could never be separated?

She couldn't recall how she managed to leave the hospital, how she ended up at this hotel, or how she ended up in this bed, in a passionate encounter with a stranger.

Some say that using infidelity to punish infidelity is the most foolish thing to do! Was this her revenge? If she wanted revenge, she should have asked the doctor to incapacitate Chase, instead of sleeping with a stranger!

Chase, you scoundrel! The first time always hurts. Rather than pursuing another woman who has been involved with Chase, and god know how many are there? It would be wiser to seek a partner who not only possesses appealing qualities but also provides a sense of comfort, both emotionally and physically.

Her treacherous brain didn't provide her enough power to open her eyes and see the man above her clearly...in her imagination, his physique and looks were no less than a male model on a billboard...

Avery chuckled; she wanted to say something, but words failed her...

He was not inclined to engage in conversation, particularly such as this; however, the sight of the young girl beneath him stirred a sense of compassion within his heart.

Maverick could barely comprehend that he had been enchanted by unexperience young lady! Her stern demeanor seemed irresistibly atrractive, like a soft feather tugging at his heart, instantly stirring desires that had long been burried.

"What's your name?" He lowered his head to her ear, kissed her earlobe, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Avery, my name is Avery."

"Avery?" He repeated, his thin lips lightly pecking at her brow, "From now on, you are not allowed to cry, understood?"

She bit her lip lightly, nodding with her eyes closed.

"Good girl, good Avery!" That was the last sentence she heard this time. After which all her awareness faded as he enveloped her, and together they ascended into the clouds.

The hustle and bustle of the city gradually faded from the air as the earth welcomed the dawn.

In the bathroom, he looked at the clear bite mark on his shoulder and couldn't help but smile.

The girl who had been weeping transformed into a beast when she got on the bed. Not a beast, but a crazy little wild cat!

Avery did not know what kind of mistake she had made tonight, but she went back and forth between life and death again and again, leaving her life to him.

The morning sun ultimately broke through the shrouds of darkness and arrived punctually, while Maverick, despite the previous night's indulgence, still woke up on time.

His hand gently brushed her face, watching her, reluctant to leave for a long time.

Avery...

She rolled on the bed and continued to sleep comfortably.

She was married to Chase, a young talent and real estate tycoon in Gotham, although she had no grand wedding, only both of their families knew about this marriage. Even though she was a college student, her card had been credited with twenty thousand every month on time, and lived in an expensive lakeside villa.

Cinderella has loved the prince for ten years and one day she became the prince's lover. However, there are no fairy tales in this world, and even if there are fairy tales, they do not necessarily have a happy ending. Looking at her lonely and empty home, watching Chase and his new lovers occupying all the headlines in the media, she told herself that she had to understand that after all, with someone in his position, scandals and affairs were inevitable. But even for public pretensions, it's too real, even an award-winning actor couldn't do it!

Chase, I hate you. I have loved you for so many years, and you actually...

She wept, her sorrow evident in her tears. As the moisture gathered in her eyes, Avery awakened. The unfamiliar surroundings before her caused her tears to cease immediately.

What happened? Why was she...

The soreness and bruises on her body filled in what she missed in her dreams. Did she truly betray him? What is the meaning of this? Is she attempting to give him a taste of his own medicine? How could she be so foolish and reckless?

The room was spotless clean. The man only left an empty check and a contraceptive pill,

but Avery felt incredibly filthy.

She had lost count of how many times she washed herself in the bathroom. It was almost as if she wanted to scrub herself clean with a wooden brush.

Her feet were too weak to support her as she collapsed back onto the large bed.

Her phone, placed on the bedside table, played a song at an inappropriate time.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide. Could it be Chase?

No, it couldn't be him. Why would he care about her? He was so arrogant at the hospital last night, he showed no regard for her at all.

She picked up the phone, only to see that it was her cousin, Julia's number.

"Julia, it's you?" Avery said, failing to hide the noticeable nasal tone in her voice.

"Ave, what happened? Are you okay?" Julia asked.

Only then did Avery become aware of it, she quickly cleared her throat,

"I'm fine, I just caught a cold."

She didn't want her to worry, but what could she do?