Angela sometimes did things like that. Whenever bad things happened, her first reaction was to run away and escape...

When she came back down to earth, she found herself in the car before Nancy's apartment.

What should she do? Arvin had constantly shown reluctance to sleeping with her. If Arvin knew that there was something wrong with the wine he had drunk, would he blame her? Would he think that she did it on purpose? Would he think differently of her...

She knew why Arvin was reluctant. He believed if they couldn't be together in the future, he could minimize the damage to her.

Or, couldn't she admit it? And couldn't she tell Arvin what events transpired last night? If she did, maybe they could live together as before...

Maybe...

In Shengfeng Mansion.

Nita took her breakfast with her, and skipped into the elevator. As she made her way to his apartment, she noticed Arvin's door was half-open. Suspicious...

Why was the door unlocked? Thoughts of thieving robbers flashed through her mind.

She gently pushed the door open. Inside, she found the apartment exactly in check; tidied, and clean, no hint of foul play.

Stepping deeper into the apartment, she saw the bedroom door shut. Nita took a deep breath. She didn't know whether Angela was in the room.

If so...

She put down the breakfast she made. It had been Teresa's idea to make breakfast. Teresa said that Angela was going to win Arvin's heart through his stomach. Greater efforts had to be made.

Nita summoned courage to push the bedroom door open. Seeing what lay behind the door, she clapped her mouth with her hand in astonishment.

...

Arvin, who was supposed to be deep in work by this time, sat on the sofa in his pajamas, wearing a sullen face.

Nita was so sad that she could not even breathe. Although he wore pajamas, he could not hide the obvious scratches on his chest.

Where was Angela? Who spent the night with Arvin?

Nita's eyes were red seeing her beloved, laced with love-scratches from a night of erotic passion.

Arvin peered up abstractedly, and asked, "Last night... was it you?"

He saw the patch of red on the sheet, the scratches on his body, and Nita. These things mixed together to remind him of his stupid decisions the night before.

Hearing his question, Nita looked at Arvin in astonishment. How had Arvin forgotten the woman who was with him last night..copy right hot novel pub