A Twisted Love Affair-Chapter 59 - 058 Cat gave it to her_1

Without a response, Chen Yao had no choice but to chat with the female friend by his side.

"Why does he always indulge her? I knew those two wouldn’t end things so simply. They can still play around."

The beautiful girl naturally didn’t know any of this and eagerly leaned in to listen to Chen Yao’s gossip.

Chen Yao said, "It was clear at first glance on the 82nd floor. Those two are so direct."

The beautiful girl was curious. "What do you mean, Brother Yao? Who exactly are you talking about?"

Chen Yao, ignoring her question, continued with an air of knowing it all, "Savoring each other."

Chen Yao had mentioned this exact phrase to Zhou Luchen before.

Back then, Second Young Master Zhou had merely laughed it off, full of disdain.

***

As soon as they entered the elevator, Zhou Luchen violently pushed her into a corner. He kissed her without restraint, almost tearing at her, their bodies pressed together without a single gap.

"Are you forcing me to take you home and deal with you?"

The sensual words lingered in her ears, making her heart race. She was so overwhelmed she could barely breathe and could only obediently respond to his kiss.

When the elevator reached their floor, he touched the fingerprint scanner, kicked open the apartment door, and continued to kiss her frantically as they both tumbled onto the sofa.

Even the softest wild ice-goose feather sofa couldn’t withstand him slamming her down like that. Pain forced tears into Shen Jing’s eyes.

Their heavy breaths echoed in the spacious living room. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

His temper, his actions—everything about him was extremely domineering.

Shen Jing couldn’t breathe. Her nails dug into him as he kissed her even more ferociously. The bulging veins on his forehead made him look less serious and refined, revealing an unspeakably sexy and wild side.

Her thin sweater was pushed up by him.

She exclaimed, "Don’t..."

Only then did Zhou Luchen stop his movements, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at her.

Shen Jing took deep breaths, reaching out to hug his neck. "Don’t undress, the curtains aren’t drawn."

He really didn’t care about her at all. What if someone saw them? The panoramic windows of the high-rise offered a clear view.

Zhou Luchen unbuckled his belt and glanced at her, his eyes inscrutable.

Shen Jing trembled, her hand fumbling towards the coffee table. "Close the curtains first."

Soon, the curtains were drawn.

On the sofa, he continued to kiss her, venting his emotions.

He was dissatisfied with her for always making a fuss. She couldn’t even get through two rounds of cards without becoming intolerably sulky and insisting on going home.

Someone with Zhou Luchen’s temperament had never truly accommodated anyone. After condescending to humor her for a bit, retaliation was sure to follow.

Only when the taste of blood spread between their lips did Zhou Luchen finally restrain his fervor. He buried his head in her shoulder, his voice husky and indistinct, "Satisfied now?"

Shen Jing reached out to touch the wound at the corner of Zhou Luchen’s lips, which she had bitten.

It was bleeding.

Did it hurt?

"Are you crazy, Zhou Luchen?"

Zhou Luchen glared at her, his eyes tinted with desire. His cold laugh made him seem even more heartless. "Haven’t you seen it before?"

Shen Jing had seen his craziest moments.

When Zhou Luchen was like this, he was truly both consumed by desire and utterly indifferent.

"I was so tired..." She hadn’t slept all night—wasn’t he perfectly aware of that? He had been the one tossing her around, tormenting her, keeping her awake.

Within the confined space of the sofa, Zhou Luchen wrapped her in his embrace.

Her back was aching; Zhou Luchen was too heavy and tall, and she was pinned into the corner.

Zhou Luchen caught a glimpse of her, her eyes so clear yet seductive.

He reached out to lift her. His fingertips kneaded her tender waist, pressing into existing bruises and making her frown deeply.

"It hurts, Zhou Luchen..."

He took off her clothes.

***

Afterwards, he lay on the sofa holding her.

Shen Jing glanced outside the window—the sky was dark again.

She didn’t have the energy to wonder what time it was; she just wanted to close her eyes and sleep.

She had told him they should go home so she could sleep, and he had taken that as an invitation to ’sleep’ with her at home.

Zhou Luchen kicked aside the clothes scattered on the carpet, carried her to the bed, covered her with the comforter, and then went into the bathroom for a shower.

He turned on the showerhead to blast cold water.

Twenty minutes later, Zhou Luchen leaned against the doorframe. He raised his hand to tie the sash of his bathrobe; he tied it a couple of times, but it still hung loosely.

He glanced at the beauty deep in sleep on the bed, the lust in his eyes not yet abated, unfathomably deep.

She was sleeping soundly, her hair still damp around her temples.

The arousal he had just quelled with ice-cold water surged back. Zhou Luchen averted his gaze. Damn vixen, he thought.

No matter how much they did, he would never be satisfied.

When the housekeeper arrived, she began tidying the living room and sofa. An expensive wristwatch and a cheongsam lay scattered on the floor, neither in good condition.

The young housekeeper had recently landed this well-paid part-time job. "Well-paid" meant maintaining strict confidentiality while working in such affluent residences—seeing everything but saying nothing.

Even so, the scene was utterly shocking.

The bedroom door was firmly shut. However, through the slightly ajar study door, she could see a man working. His handsome profile was visible, two fingers holding a cigarette, smoke swirling around his sharply defined, enchanting features.

He was just too good-looking.

Rumor had it that he was Zhou Luchen, the second son of the Zhou Family, a figure of some renown. This was her first time seeing him in person.

Rich, powerful, handsome, with an excellent, robust physique—how could one not be flustered at the sight of him?

It took a moment for her to recall the professional demeanor required of a housekeeper. She knocked on the door. "Mr. Zhou, do you need me to cook? What kind of flavors do you prefer?"

Zhou Luchen’s voice was neither hurried nor slow. "Sour."

"Then... what about your girlfriend?" the housekeeper ventured. There were very few women’s shoes or clothes in the apartment, almost no trace that a woman lived here regularly, so they couldn’t be a married couple, she reasoned. A house this large would normally require at least five housekeepers to clean.

Zhou Luchen flicked cigarette ash, his posture carefree and relaxed. "She likes sour."

The girl looked up at him again. "You’re really good to your girlfriend, sir. Do you also like sour things?"

He remained coldly silent, not uttering a word.

Zhou Luchen didn’t eat there. The housekeeper didn’t notice exactly when he left; she only realized he was gone when she went to tidy the man’s fragrant bathrobe hanging in the cloakroom.

「Dawn had just broken.」

It was Chen Yao who picked him up, driving to the company. Chen Yao opened the car door for him.

Zhou Luchen lazily leaned back in the seat.

The first thing Chen Yao noticed about Zhou Luchen was the mark on the corner of his mouth. It was sensually swollen, a stark contrast to his usually dignified and serious handsome face, making him look explosively attractive and rather wild.

That’s a woman’s bite mark, Chen Yao thought.

Chen Yao clicked his tongue to himself. "Pretty fierce, that bite."

Zhou Luchen brushed his fingertip over it. A faint, cryptic light flickered in the depths of his eyes, but he didn’t respond.

Chen Yao couldn’t resist saying, "Second Young Master, maybe you should just stay home today. Stay at Yunding and keep her company."

Zhou Luchen arched an eyebrow. "What?"

Chen Yao peeked at Zhou Luchen’s expression, noting his air of unsatisfied longing.

Only three words could describe Young Master Zhou’s current state, Chen Yao thought.

Chen Yao said, "You haven’t had enough."

Zhou Luchen’s smile was barely there, his tone utterly flat. "Is that so?"

Chen Yao spoke earnestly, admonishing, "Take care. With matters of the heart, don’t end up losing yourself in it someday."

Zhou Luchen had no interest in discussing such things with him. He was exceptionally aloof as he said, "Give her your cat."

Chen Yao stiffened. Is he trying to drag me into this?

He quickly tried to appeal to their friendship. "Young Master Zhou, we’ve known each other for 27 years! Do you really have to give her my cat?"

Resting with his eyes closed, Young Master Zhou’s tone remained cold and detached, without any inflection. "Let her have it for a couple of days."

That pressure made Chen Yao’s scalp tingle.

Robbery.

Blatant robbery!

If she gets attached to it after a couple of days, she’ll never give it back.

But a cat was nothing compared to their connection. Sometimes, the Chen Family’s project funds still needed Zhou Luchen’s sign-off via United Bank.

Chen Yao laughed. "Sure, I’ll give it."

Give it to her, give it to her.

One shouldn’t try to provoke Young Master Zhou. Young Master Zhou had a terrible temper.