Something compelled me to walk toward it.
Inside, what I saw nearly tore me apart.
Khalil—disheveled and half-dressed—was pressed against Adriana, who lay beneath him.
“Adriana, you really do love me the most. Melissa can’t have kids—if Allen has a child first, she’ll lose her right to inherit the company. Who knows how much I’ll suffer because of that.”
Adriana’s breath was uneven, her cheeks were flushed with lust. She asked gently, “Is Melissa treating you well? Has she been mean to you?”
“No,” he chuckled. “Ever since we successfully combined our fertilized egg, she thinks she’s really pregnant. Keeps praising how manly I am, spoiling me like crazy. She's also afraid that I'll be tired so massage my feet, and even treating me better in bed.”
Adriana’s smile faltered. There was a trace of bitterness in her voice.
“As long as she treats you well... as long as you’re happy... then I have no regrets.”
“Adriana, you’ve done so much for me. I can’t marry you, but I can give myself to you. Tonight, I’m yours.”
Adriana finally gave in, lifting her face to meet his lips. The two fell into a frenzied embrace, losing themselves in each other.