Their disparity in strength was large.

In despair, Renee stared at the exquisitely carved ceiling while the man did whatever he liked.

Her tears kept falling.

Frank...

Frank, where were you now?

After the business, Zack squinted at Zack unhappily, "If you lie there like a dead person again, I wouldn't mind making you dead!"

Compared with her fervency last night, she sucked today.

Zack found it distasteful.

With disgust, he looked at her and carried her to the bathroom for a shower.

Renee hated it to be naked in front of a strange man.

But she was powerless and lifeless like a rag doll while Zack did his job.

Zack's mysophobia was insufferable. After bathing Renee three times, he was barely satisfied with the smell on her body.

He knew himself too well.

The smell of the girl was pleasant and tantalizing. This was the reason why he was willing to touch her. Before this, he had never touched any woman in the past 28 years.

The scent of her body was pleasant and disturbing.

He had to use a profuse shower gel to cover up her fragrance.

"At least two baths a day, do you hear me?" Zack wrapped the bathrobe around Renee's beautiful body and frowned.

His roar snapped her out of a daze, and she implored, "Mr. Wright, you've got me. Could you let me go?"

From what just happened Renee realized one hard truth.

In front of a mighty man like Zack, she was like the dirt on the ground and could only yield.

Her obstinacy could just serve as an excuse for him to hurt her!

"As I said, it was my first time last night, and you should be responsible!" Zack looked at her impatiently.

The collar of the men's bathrobe was low. Under it was ambiguous marks caused by his violence. Before she could reply, he pulled her to the cloakroom, took out a shirt, and tossed it to her.

"Put it on!"

There were no women's clothes in this villa.

"How to be responsible?" Renee held the shirt and asked.

His unique fragrance on the shirt assaulted her nostrils, and she couldn't help sniffing at it. It smelled good.

"Be my woman!" Zack arched his eyebrow, and a flicker of impatience flashed across his deep eyes.

He never said anything twice but had repeated it multiple times to this woman!

Couldn't she understand human words?

He became more impatient to detect an aggrieved expression on her innocent face. Grabbing the shirt from her arms, he threw it onto the marble floor and snarled, "You feel aggrieved to be Zack Wright's woman?"

... Renee fell into silence.

Across S City, countless women were dying to be Zack's woman!

But she belonged to Frank. Whether he could establish himself or not, she only wanted him.

But now... How could she still have the nerve to show up before Frank's eyes!

Renee bent down to pick up the shirt.

A foot trod on it, and he roared, "Don't, it's dirty!"

Irritably, he tore off another shirt from the closet and threw it to her, "Put it on."

Renee didn't dare to confront him. She would be raped again.

But...

The marble floor was as clear as a mirror.

Once the clothes fell on it, it became dirty?

Renee cast her eyes up and looked at the extremely large wardrobe. It was filled with white shirts!