The young man had gone to the wrong room. He was about to leave imdiately, but then his eyes fell on the sleeping Nina Wynn.
In the hazy steam, the slender, delicate figure was lying on her side on a lounge chair. A waterfall of black hair covered nearly half her small fra, making her look even more petite and exquisite.
The man took one look and couldn’t tear his eyes away.
The woman on the chair had her fair, slender legs and forearms exposed. Her hand, dangling slightly, was especially captivating against the black lounge chair, its pale skin utterly bewitching.
They were so small, looking as if they would fit perfectly in his grasp.
The man swallowed, his gaze traveling down the curves of her body.
He saw a pair of delicate calves and ankles so dainty he could wrap one hand completely around them.
The man couldn’t help but swallow again, his body tightening in waves.
This young man was one of Aethelburg’s local tyrants. He had seen countless beautiful n and won, but this was the first ti he’d ever felt such desire for soone without even seeing their face.
He knew this was a VIP hot spring room and that its occupants were rich and powerful, but he was still srized by the beauty before him.
He stumbled over and looked down at Nina Wynn from above.
The steam of the hot spring room had left Nina’s face exceptionally fair and soft. Damp strands of hair clung to her skin, making it seem almost translucent. It was an image that made one want to press her down, ravage her rcilessly, and make her cry and beg for rcy.
The most incredible part was that despite her slender, petite fra, the curves of her chest, hidden beneath the bathrobe, were surprisingly full. A little further down, her tiny waist... he didn’t even have to think to know how soft and slim it would be.
The man could almost imagine the ecstasy of gripping that small waist while her slender, delicate legs were wrapped around his.
The man couldn’t stop a heavy gasp from escaping. The alcohol he had just drunk rushed to his brain, and his body was so tight it ached.
He made a decision he would regret for the rest of his life: ’I have to have this woman!’
’It doesn’t matter who she is. Worst case, I’ll just marry her. In all of Aethelburg, there’s no woman I can’t afford to marry!’
With almost no hesitation, the man leaned down, pressed himself onto Nina, and began to kiss her face sloppily.
Nina woke with a start. The first thing she saw was a strange man’s face, magnified right in front of her.
Almost as a reflex, she began to struggle in terror.
The man gripped her hands tightly, trying to soothe her. "Don’t be scared, don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle. I really like you, I’ll take responsibility for you..."
The reek of alcohol on him made Nina want to vomit. Seeing that the man was about to kiss her, in her desperation, she slamd her head hard against his forehead.
The man was stunned by the impact and slumped to one side.
Nina seized the opportunity to get up, but how could she be a match for a man?
Before she could even sit up, the man rolled over and pinned her down again. "Don’t be scared, don’t be nervous. I won’t hurt you. I’ll make you feel really good."
"Get off!"
Nina was both shocked and terrified. "If you dare touch , my uncle will kill you!"
In the struggle, her bathrobe was pulled down slightly, revealing a large patch of her snowy neck and the faint outline of her soft curves.
The sight made the man’s body tense even further. He eagerly tried to pin Nina down again. She couldn’t overpower him and was quickly pressed beneath him.
Sothing hard on the man’s body pressed against her. She was so disgusted she almost threw up on the spot, and she began to ram her head against him with reckless abandon.
The man’s head was ringing from the blows. He couldn’t think about anything; only desire controlled his entire body.
He forcibly grabbed Nina’s hands and lowered his head to kiss her.
Nina slamd her head up again, knocking the man aside. Her own vision blurred from the impact, and fresh red blood trickled down from her hairline, obscuring her view.
With no ti to think, she scrambled up and tried to run.
But before she could take off, the man grabbed her leg.
The man hadn’t expected Nina to be so fierce. But the fiercer she was, the more excited he beca.
He grabbed her leg, shoved it back, and Nina instantly fell to the ground. He impatiently pressed down on her again.
He kissed and bit at her haphazardly while babbling excitedly, "This is just how I like ’em—feisty! You can’t escape, so stop running. Stick with and you can have whatever you want..."
He kissed her a few tis, and her lip was bitten open.
She was filled with disgust and terror, kicking her legs wildly and grabbing the man’s hair, pulling with all her might.
This only made the man more excited, his desire hardening to the point of pain. He pinned Nina’s hands and gnawed on her lips.
His alcohol-scented tongue invaded her mouth, and she imdiately started to gag.
The man paid no mind, his other hand groping her body.
In the middle of the struggle, Nina suddenly broke one of her hands free.
As she flailed, she accidentally touched sothing cold. She reached out, grabbed it, and realized it was a small knife.
Almost instinctively, in one swift motion, she viciously plunged the knife into the man’s back.
With the sound of a SQUELCH as the knife tore through flesh, the man’s body stiffened. He climbed off Nina.
He stood there, stunned, and staggered a few steps forward before collapsing heavily to the ground.
Nina was stunned. Only then did she see blood gushing from the man’s back like water from a tap.
She had never killed anyone. This was the first ti she had ever stabbed soone, and she was so scared her whole body began to tremble.
She wanted to stand up, but her legs were too weak. She didn’t even have the strength to hold onto the chair for support.
She stared at the man on the floor, watching his blood quickly pool into a small stream.
’Is... is he going to die?’
’Did I kill soone?’
In her panic, her mind went blank for a mont. She seed to forget how to breathe.
It wasn’t until the blood flowed along the cracks in the floor and reached her feet that she snapped out of it.
She forced herself to calm down. While trembling, she caught a glimpse of her phone nearby.
Subconsciously, she picked up the phone and dialed Caleb Rhodes’s number.
The ringing tone only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like a century.
Then Caleb Rhodes’s voice ca through the line. "Nina?"
Nina parted her lips, her voice distorted with fear. "Uncle..."
Caleb was already close to the hotel at this point, only about a few minutes away.
Hearing the sound of Nina’s voice, he sensed sothing was wrong and imdiately asked, "Nina, what’s wrong?"
Nina stared at the man’s ceaselessly bleeding back. She opened her mouth, but couldn’t get a single word out. Her heavy gasps betrayed her terror.
Caleb could hear the fear in her breathing. He pressed, "Did sothing happen? Where are you?"
Nina gasped heavily, unable to make a sound, her breaths only growing more rapid.
Caleb gripped his phone tightly. "Where are you? Are you at the hotel?"
But Nina didn’t say a word. A long history of being bullied had made her forget how to ask for help.
Caleb only heard the sound of the phone hitting the floor.
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