[Rekindled love] + [She runs away while pregnant] + [Intense push and pull] + [Two powerhouse professionals] + [A cute baby lends a hand]
In a dark, sealed elevator, he pinned her hard against the cold metal wall. His kiss came like a raging storm, a blood-tinged conquest. “Lin Xingwan, are you hiding from me?” The sobs between her lips could have been from pain or surrender.
“Director Lin seems especially sensitive about the word ‘trust.’” At the conference table, his words cut into the composure she struggled to maintain. Beneath the table, her nails dug deep into her palm.
In the car on a rainy night, he leaned toward her, his breath scorching her ear as his fingertips brushed her bare skin. “An’an… are you afraid of thunder?” All color drained from her face, and she went rigid with cold.
In the changing room, he bit her collarbone, leaving a bloody tooth mark. “In the past five years… have other men touched you like this?” She gasped in pain, then shot back, “Mr. Shen wants to inspect the merchandise? Too bad… you don’t even make the top three for technique.”
Beneath the steam of the medicinal bath, he held her by the waist and drove her to cling to him and gasp for breath on the brink of suffocation. When she surfaced, he sneered, “Your body tells the truth.” She panted and taunted him. “Likewise… you’ve improved too, Mr. Shen.”
The front door shook under his blows as he roared through it, “Open up! Is An’an my son?!”
The secret she had guarded alone for five years came crashing down. Caught between his searing kisses and icy threats, she was swept between the whirlpool of desire and the wounds of the past. When his bloodied knuckles brushed the scar on her abdomen, he rasped, “You took this knife wound… for me?” The walls around her heart began to crack, one by one.
The hatred remains, but the flames of love burn again. This time, who will be the first to give in?