Love is Like Strong Wine, Sealing the Throat

His voice was low and deep as he chuckled.

"I told you, don't fall into my arms again."

"Yuki, this is the second time."

When I was half awake, I found that someone was touching my limbs.

I felt a piercing pain on my skin. I frowned and tried to withdraw my hand to avoid it.

However, I didn't succeed and was suppressed by someone with his hands.

Perhaps it was because of my illness, I, who had always been strong, felt a little aggrieved.

Not only did I fail, but I was also forced to do so. I half-opened my eyes, which were filled with tears.

The light above my head was not dazzling. There was a figure beside me, looking cold and serious.

He looked down at me and stared at my tears.

"Why are you so delicate?"

He reached out to wipe away my tears.

The injection took effect in my body.

The hand on the side of my face moved to my eyelids. He gently stroked my eyelids and motioned for me to close my eyes.

"Have a sleep."

When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar environment.

I was only wearing a silk nightdress, and there was nothing unusual about my body.

The faint fragrance of snow pine on the quilt made me feel at ease.

I looked around and looked out of the window.

In New York, where every inch of land is expensive, the house I was in should be very expensive.

There were not many things in the room, but the decoration was exquisite.

On the wall hung the high-priced authentic work that had been sold at the HK auction some time ago.

Somehow, I heaved a sigh of relief.

I didn't know who the owner of this house was, but selling me wouldn't be enough to buy the edges of this painting.

What was there to be afraid of when the owner didn't care about women or money?

I got out of bed and opened the door a little.

A strange man's voice came from outside.

"Miss White was offended by Mr. Farrell and a few other young men with him in the club yesterday. They spoke rudely."

His words were euphemistic. The man in front of him had been through a lot, so how could he not know these dirty things?

Fortunately, Yuki had left early and did not hear that.

The assistant noticed no change in his demeanor.

But he didn't dare to relax at all.

Now, this man had done all the means of these young masters in New York in the past. It was too shameful.

In the early years, he had done many deviant things. Three years ago, his former assistant was dismissed from an incident, and the Old Master couldn't control him. So he had to let him do as he pleased.

After that, the assistant was promoted. Since then, he remembered to report everything about Yuki to him.

Those people did what he hated most, and the assistant couldn't help but feel nervous for them.

Simon lifted his eyelids. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, causing him to hold his breath.

"Contact Zick Farrell."

He didn't mention anyone else. It wasn't that he was letting them go, but that he didn't care at all.

The true leader of the Farrell family was Zick Farrell.

After reporting, the assistant was about to turn around and leave when his eyes swept over the half-open door.

"Miss, Miss White."

Simon turned his head. When he looked at me, my heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

The man sitting on the sofa was relaxed all over, with his legs crossed casually.

I had seen him before. He was one of the best in the upper class of New York.

Simon Huss.

Not long after I promised to pretend to be John’s girlfriend, he took me to a party.

There was an unwritten rule in the party that the people who were surrounded in the middle were often the most powerful.