"Charles."

Judie was stunned and got on her feet. She wanted to open the door, but she withdrew her hand after she laid it on the doorknob.

She turned to the mirror and was shocked by hickeys on her body. Then, she rushed to the bedroom.

A torn dress was on the floor.

Judie gnashed her teeth and threw the dress into the trash can.

The bed was in a mess. She lifted the quilt only to find a red spot on the white sheet. She felt a sharp pain in her heart.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang again.

She took a look at her body and then the bed. She covered the mark of humiliation with the quilt in haste, fetched a robe from the closet, and quickly put it on.

Ding-dong.

At the moment, she rushed to the bed again to confirm the red spot was covered, and she heard a beep.

The door was opened with a key card.

Judie was tense and scared. She turned around quickly when she heard the sound of the wheels rolling on the floor.

"Judie, what were you up to? Why didn't you open the door?"

The voice was cold.

The voice made Judie stand up straight. Subconsciously, she pulled tight her robe and bowed her head. "Charles, I uh, just awoke. I'm s-still dizzy." Stammered Judie without looking at him.

She pulled the robe so tight that the knuckles were pale. Her hands were sweating, and her heart was beating so fast.

Charles looked sullen, but his face was still extremely good-looking. He swept his sharp eyes over and frowned, "What's with the messy bed?"

His hand laid on the corner of the bed.

"Charles!"

Judie's heart almost stopped. Before she could stop him, Charles had already pulled the quilt away with his long-fingered hand with distinct knuckles.

On the big bed was a crumpled sheet with a red spot, so unpleasant and offensive.

Judie's delicate nose was covered with sweat beads, and her face was pale. She took a step back and almost fell over.

She had slept with a stranger. Now her husband saw the proof. She was doomed.

"You're on period?" Charles glance at it distastefully and then turned to her, "Why are you bear footed?"

"What?" Dumbfounded, she looked at her feet and coiled up her toes subconsciously. She was much relieved. Her heartbeat was fast, and she nodded almost as fast as her heartbeat, "Yes, it came early."

She put on her slippers quickly.

She tried her best to hold back her feelings and squatted before Charles. She took courage and looked at him, "Last night, you..."

"Well, after I took you back, I went out to see a friend. It was late when I was back, so I rented another room," said Charles.

His face was cold.

"I see. You haven't washed up yet, have you? Let me help you." Judie lowered her eyes and reached to grip his arm.

Charles gasped.

He withdrew his hand and eyes looked even colder.

"What's the matter, Charles?" Judie raised her head. When their eyes met, she felt a bit chilled.

Though they had got married for one month, she was quite clear about her husband's temperament.

He always looked frighteningly cold and serious.

Judie reassured herself by thinking that his eccentric personality was out of his disability, and she should be tolerant.