To be honest, I've wanted to call him an "idiot" for a long time.
But my aunt wouldn't let me.
She said that after my mom died and Helena's mom moved in, I became the most neglected daughter in the Bowers family.
I was destined to be a sacrificial pawn in a family marriage, marrying some rich old man.
So I decided to take the initiative.
During my dad's birthday party, I quietly told more than a dozen young men, "I like you."
Only Calvin believed it.
So, he became my boyfriend, and then my fiancé.
The sky was growing darker.
I had originally come to this resort, hundreds of miles from home, with Calvin for a getaway.
I never expected to run into something like this.
Going home was clearly not an option.
The car sped through the night, gradually arriving at the central hotel of the resort.
It wasn't until Rodrigo brought me into the hotel suite that I snapped back to reality.
Are we really going to play this out so boldly?
I stood at the doorway, feeling a bit uneasy.
Rodrigo said calmly, "The inner room is yours, Miss Bowers. Make yourself comfortable."
Oh, it seems... he didn't mean anything by it.
After settling me in, he went to the room next door for a meeting.
As the night grew deeper and quieter, I found myself staring out at the night sky, feeling a bit lost.
I was wondering what my next move should be.
Suddenly, Calvin's call came through.
His tone was cold and arrogant: "Skye, did you dare to insult me?"
That abrupt cry from Helena came through indistinctly.
"Don't... don't let my sister hear this."
"She missed her chance herself, how dare she blame you? Come on, say something to your sister."
Helena's intermittent voice soon came through.
Laced with sobs and gasps.
"Sis, I'm sorry..."
"Can you break off your engagement with Calvin?"
"He... he's mine now."
Perhaps seeing that I wasn't responding, Helena's crying grew louder, she was clearly trying to provoke me.
Calvin chuckled lowly, "So delicate, even jealousy turns into such a spectacle... Skye, learn from your sister, who else but me would want you?"
"She called you an idiot."
"F*cking idiot!"
After cursing, I quickly hung up the phone and took a swig of alcohol to gather my courage.
A few minutes later, I opened the door to the adjacent room wrapped in a bathrobe.
The light from inside the room filtered in.
Rodrigo hadn't gone to bed yet. He sat at his desk, dressed in a suit, with an air of dignity.
As I approached, his gaze silently swept over me.
It lingered on my pale collarbone and the red string around my ankle, leaving a strange, tingling sensation.
"Miss Bowers, is there something you need?"
His gentle tone made me feel somewhat nervous.
I thought about my uncertain future and, eyes closed, fumbled with the belt on my robe.
This was truly nerve-wracking...
I must look like a pervert with an exhibitionist complex...
To avoid marrying an old man, I decided to take the plunge!
I silently cheered myself on in my mind.
The room was silent.
Only I was busy sweating as I tried to untie the dead knot on my bathrobe.
How embarrassing...
Finally, I threw myself into his arms, still wearing the puffed-up bathrobe.
In a weak, affected voice, I said, "Mr. Paul, I'm scared sleeping alone."
Meeting his meaningful gaze, my face immediately turned red.
I forgot that the Pauls were strict, and Rodrigo was particularly chaste.
He had never been involved in any scandal.
Such behavior would be seen as utterly disrespectful in his eyes.
The alarm clock in the corner ticked away.
Rodrigo chuckled lightly, "Miss Bowers, are you... trying to seduce me?"
My face turned beet red as I grasped his cool fingertips, my gaze sincere:
"Can we... I'm a very honest person..."
Rodrigo pondered, "If someone did something inappropriate to me, then yes, they would have to take responsibility."
With my not-so-bright mind, I slowly undid the buttons on his shirt.
"Would this count as inappropriate?"
"Not really."
I thought about it, then sat on his lap and gave him a light kiss on the lips, "What about this?"
Rodrigo looked tenderly at me, "Yes, I'm yours now."
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