Zachary took off his suit and threw it on the sofa. It was a busy and annoying day. While loosening his tie, he walked to the bedroom.

Upon entering the bedroom, Zachary suddenly stopped. Hearing some strange noises, he slightly frowned.

What happened?

"Hum...so sick..." Noreen rolled over here and there with her hands on her clothes, she tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy to open.

Zachary guessed what had happened—she was drunk, and got to his room by mistake.

Zachary took a few steps forward, went near the woman and held her arms, ready to throw her out of the door.

He was never a warmhearted man and how could he know what the girl want to do? He had seen enough!

Noreen, in a daze, was grasped by a strong strength. After getting out of the comfortable bed, she seemed to have lost the comfort in her heart and began to look for the previous cozy feeling.

Before her feet were firm, Noreen jumped forward.

Zachary was about to drag her to the door, but the woman threw herself directly in his arms and her hands clasped his neck naturally.

Suddenly, Zachary Harris's deep eyes revealed a killing intent. Damned woman, get out.

When Zachary grabbed the woman's arms with both hands to push her away, he heard the whisper close to his ears.

"I am so sick..." Noreen uttered some affectionate hums again. Seemingly feeling a strange smell around her, she directly pushed the man away and rushed to the bathroom.

"Damn it..." With great anger spreading over his body, Zachary came to her and exerted all his strength to pull the woman out once she finished vomiting.

"Ouch..." Noreen mumbled, seeing that there was a strange man in front of her, yet he was extremely attractive to her though she could hardly figure out his appearance. A dim curve appeared at the corner of her mouth and she murmured, "So pretty..."

Zachary almost laughed when heard the woman murmuring.

After saying this, Noreen Carter's hands began to restlessly lay on her clothes again.

Zachary stared at the woman, delicate and cute, with a curved figure and a pure face without makeup.

This woman seemed to be different from those who were heavily powdered and took the initiative to come to the door.

Looking back at her palm-sized smiling face, a strange feeling arose in his mind.

...

Early in the morning, the sun shone through the curtain gap and the whole room was still filled with strange odour.

Zachary walked out of the bathroom, who had dressed up already, and he raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist. It was half past seven and there was an important meeting at eight o'clock.

Leering at the sleeping woman, Zachary went straight to the door.

Faintly hearing the door slammed, the person in bed was waking up from her dreams.

Noreen stretched herself out, and then slowly opened her eyes, looking at the snow-white ceiling. A few seconds later, she realized that this was not her own room.

With doubts in her heart, Noreen wanted to sit up and figured out where she was. However, once the body moved, a burst of ache made her frown so she had to lie back hard to the bed.

Looking back at the snow-white ceiling, Noreen suddenly realized what had happened. She lowered her head and slowly lifted the quilt on her body. When she saw the marks all over her white skin, Noreen immediately panicked.

What happened last night?

Noreen grabbed the quilt with both hands fiercely and pulled it to wrap her body. With teeth clenched together, her whole body began to tremble.

With her eyes closed, Noreen tried to recall last night.

Drinking, money, a man's handsome face, sick, pain...

Noreen finally knew what had happened: Sheila left her to the man's room, and then...her first time...had gone.

"Ah..." Noreen finally could not help shouting, with tears bursting out of her eyes and started to cry out loud.

I lost my most precious thing, yet I did not even know who he was?