A Night of Passion: The CEO's Seven-Day Demand

He crushed the cigarette between his fingers. Its crimson glow flickered at his fingertips, like his emotions teetering on the edge of control.

"Shen Qinghuan." Lu Huaishen trapped her between the cold bathroom wall and his body, his voice terrifyingly hoarse. "Look me in the eyes and tell me..."

"In all these five years, was there even one moment when you thought of me?"

His eyes held an inescapable anguish and obsession, the madness of more than five thousand nights and days.

Shen Qinghuan tilted her head back, her red lips curving into a cool, alluring smile, as if those five years had left no mark on her heart.

But the words she spoke sent him plunging into the abyss:

"Mr. Lu, are we even close?"