That evening, Katrina goes to the bathroom and starts to run the bathwater.
When she bends over to test the temperature of the water, the phone in her jacket pocket suddenly falls into the bathtub.
"Oh, no!" Katrina quickly scoops the phone out of the tub, grabbing a towel to wipe the water from the outside.
If the phone isn"t waterproof and breaks because of this, she will get into trouble.
Katrina has a feeling that the motherboard is fried, so she doesn"t dare turn it off at will. She carefully opens the back cover to check if there"s any water in it.
Fortunately, there are no traces of water inside, and it looks completely dry. It doesn"t seem to have any problem.
Katrina breathes a long sigh of relief.
Just as she"s about to replace the back cover, she notices a small chip attached to the battery.
What"s this strange thing?
Katrina looks at it carefully and sees nothing different or wrong with it.
Maybe it"s an important part of the cell phone.
Without thinking more about it, she puts the chip back, replaces the back cover of the phone, and takes her change of clothes into the bathroom.
After her shower, Katrina sits at the dresser and blows her hair with a hairdryer.
She carelessly drops the comb to the ground. Bending over to pick it up, she feels her hand holding the hairdryer being grasped by a big warm hand.
When Katrina subconsciously turns her head after a short moment of surprise, she sees Aaron standing behind her. She doesn"t know when he came in.
Standing tall and straight, he looks dignified and languid in a family suite.
Aaron stares into her face, spontaneously taking the hairdryer in her hand. "Sit down. I"ll dry your hair."
Hearing Aaron"s words, Katrina"s eyes almost fell off from surprise.
Is he going to dry her hair?
While Katrina looks surprised and unimpressed, Aaron helplessly turns the back of her head towards him.
He takes her hair lightly with his long fingers and dries it with the warm air.
In the mirror, Katrina can clearly see that the man standing behind her is dedicated to drying her hair despite his lack of skill. She suddenly feels hot as uncertainty builds up.
Katrina always thought that besides a hairdresser, a man who dries and combs a woman"s hair is either a father or a boyfriend.
But now...
Katrina realizes that many of the romantic and pleasant things that she fantasize about doing with a boyfriend, she had unconsciously done with Aaron.
Aaron moves lightly, afraid of hurting her.
Her long silky hair flows between his fingertips, smooth and soft.
For the first time, Aaron enjoys the sensation of drying her hair, which is a little cool after her shower. His fingers linger in her hair.
"Aaron, that"s enough." Katrina already feels sleepy, and even her scalp feels numb, so she immediately asks Aaron to stop.
He"s so childish for playing with a girl"s hair for so long.
Hearing this, Aaron turns off the hairdryer and reluctantly removes his fingers from her hair.
When Katrina stands up, Aaron suddenly bends over and cradles her in his arms. "All right, let"s play a more interesting game."
He prefers something else to play with her hair anyway.
Noticing Aaron"s tone, Katrina understands what he means by playing a game.
Her little face turns red in an instant, and she looks up at Aaron for mercy. "Aaron, how about taking a day off?"
She"s had a tough time since he began taking her body forcibly.
Like an addict, he"s made bullying her in bed a regular evening ritual. Not a day goes by where Katrina gets a reprieve.
There"s no way Katrina can tolerate this endless bullying every day. Therefore, every night before bedtime is bargain time.
Aaron stares at her with a slight frown before he mercilessly rejects, "No."
Today in the company, he couldn"t help wanting to have her. He was just afraid she would be shy, so he did not force her.
Now that they"re home in the evening smelling her freshly showered fragrance leaves him wanting more.
Katrina continues to coax him, "Aaron, tomorrow is the weekend."
Even if he has time to rest from work, he"s not afraid of excessive indulgence. It could lead to physical collapse.
Aaron ponders on Katrina"s words before making a decision, "Thanks for reminding me. That means we have more time and can do more rounds on the weekend tomorrow."
Katrina is dumbfounded, not expecting his logic.
Her pretty little face suddenly droops. Instead of begging more, she purses her lips and gives him a hateful look.
Instead of being deterred by the look in her eyes, Aaron bends down and kisses her mouth while carrying her to the soft bed.
Just as Aaron is about to take things further, Katrina notices something red on his neck.
Surprised, Katrina subconsciously thinks it"s a hickey.
It"s the first time for Katrina to see something like that on Aaron.
Although she thinks she sees wrong, she reaches down to tug at his neckline. She sees several traces all over his chest, and there seems to be more under his s.h.i.+rt.
Katrina almost suffocates, her clear and beautiful face is suddenly devoid of all expression.
Seeing another woman"s marks on him, Katrina somehow feels like she"s being doused by a gla.s.s of icy water, instantly cooling her from the top of her head to the tips of her feet.
Katrina doesn"t think she"s jealous.
But...
No sooner has he fallen in love with another woman than he comes to her. What does he regard her for?
How could she bear his touch? The feeling immediately makes her sick with disgust.
Katrina"s soft hands, which are pulling Aaron"s collar open and touching his skin with her fingertips, causing his body to burn, and Aaron doesn"t feel the change in Katrina"s mood. There is only an evil fire in his eyes and a wicked smile on his lips. "Taking the initiative?"
As he moves, Katrina pushes him away with a cold face. "Don"t touch me!"
Her cold voice firmly draws a clear line with him.
Before Aaron can react, Katrina gets out of bed and strides away.