Harriet was lying in the apartment all day, and her bones were almost rusty.

In the past two years, she had been hustling for Steve's business without time to rest properly. Now she finally had the leisure.

When she got up and pulled open the curtains, it was already dark outside.

She changed her clothes, grabbed her bag, and went downstairs for something to eat.

When she just went down, someone patted her on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Surprised, Harriet looked back.

Before she could see the person clearly, a sharp pain came from her neck.

Her eyes closed as she lost consciousness.

...

In the darkness, Harriet came round.

Her neck was still aching.

Was she kidnapped?

The lights were off, and the room was pitch black. Harriet moved, only to find her body aching and limp... What was going on?

With a creak, the door opened. Someone got in!

"Who's there?" Harriet asked vigilantly.

But no one answered.

When cotton slippers landed on the floor, the sound was light.

Harriet swallowed as the person was coming towards her!

"Ah..."

As her ankle was grabbed suddenly, she cried out in alarm and broke out in a cold sweat, "What do you want from me? Who are you?"

The palm was broad and had thin calluses... It was a man!

She wanted to break free and didn't have any strength.

The other party didn't speak, and she could only hear rustles.

Her entire body stiffened. What was he doing? She was startled to feel a smooth sensation... He was putting silk stockings for her?

... Harriet felt a shiver down her spine. A pervert kidnapped her?

"Help!" Appalled, Harriet shouted.

She then found that not only was her body limp, but her throat was feeble... She was unable to call out!

"Help... ah..."

The man drew close and covered her eyes with broad palms... What was he up to?

With a whoosh, the man tugged at something. It felt silky like a tie. His movement was gentle, and the tie took the place of his palms... It warped around her eyes and got tied up.

"You..." There was a quiver in her sobbing voice, "What do you want from me? Mmm..."

She was kissed the next second.

It was beastly violent and vigorous!

Harriet's head was buzzing. Was it him? That man!

She didn't resist his kiss and even felt something new under his guidance...

In the dark, Mervyn curled up lips and flipped on the light.

A tie was warping around her eyes. Her body was limp, her cheeks flushed, and her tender lips were slightly open... what a beautiful scene!

She realized his intention... At that moment, she was a lamb to the slaughter. Her eyes became misty, and she cried, begging for mercy, "Please, let me go! No, please... no..."

Mervyn curled up her lips, pleased with her begging! He would make her beg for mercy all night! Let her go? No way.

"Ah..." Harriet cowered, "You? Is it you?"

Mervyn's brows furrowed. Why did she ask that question? Who did she take him for?

"Sir!" Harriet wailed, "It's you, right? The one from Heaven on Earth, right?"

Oh? Mervyn arched his brow. Should she make such a remark...

He felt delighted.

Since she didn't mistake him for another man, he considered being gentler with her.

Harriet's guess was not groundless. She resisted all men except for the one at Heaven on Earth that night...

She still had a vague impression of his scent.

"Sir... please let me go!" Harriet cried and begged the man.