After I Called the Handsome Guy Next Door "Husband," He Insisted That I Take Responsibility

The day I was being followed and nearly peed my pants in fear, I had a sudden inspiration. I frantically pounded on the door of my aloof neighbor next door, crying and shouting, "Honey! Open the door! I'm home!" The door opened, and that outrageously handsome face was closer to me than ever before. He dragged me inside, slammed the door shut, pinned me against the wall, and breathed into my ear, "Wife, next time you go this far, remember to tell me beforehand." I was dumbfounded. Dude, this isn't how the script goes! [Chapter 1] At eleven o'clock at night, I dragged my body, drained by the client, out of the office building. A gust of evening breeze blew, and my...