Chapter 2 Can You Trade Your Life for It

Seeing the woman grab his trench coat, Mike Johnson furrowed his brows.

Mary Miller grabbed it tightly and said weakly, "Help me..."

Mike leaned over and looked at her like a king overlooking his soldiers, saying, "I don't save a person for no reason. Can you trade your life for that?"

His voice was mellow and charming.

Mary could not hear what he had said, grabbing the hem of his windbreaker so tightly that her knuckles turned pale.

"Silence means agreement," Mike reached out his hands to pick the woman up.

After getting rid of the cold seawater, Mary's body began to burn again, and her cheeks reddened. Laying in the man's arms, she gently twisted her body.

She felt so hot as if her blood was burning all over.

"Sir, let's begin."

Just as Mike was about to order a servant to clean the woman up, she wrapped her arms around his body.

An inexplicable emptiness was devouring Mary's reason and making her itchy all over. She held the man's body, greedily and desperately.

"I feel terrible..." Mary rubbed Mike's neck with her face and clung to him.

The man's skin touched cold and made the woman feel comfortable. Involuntarily, she started to kiss him from the neck.

Mike frowned when the woman kissed his lips.

Mary lifted her head to suck the man's lips and felt much more comfortable than earlier.

The scene blushed the two maids, who were standing aside. They called out nervously, "Young Master Mike."

Mike immediately commanded, "You two get out."

Pressing the woman's wriggling body, Mike asked in a cold voice, "Woman, do you know what you are doing?"

Mary certainly was clueless, and she only knew that the man was her antidote and salvation. The closer she got to him, the more comfortable she felt.

She kept kissing him and reached out her hands to unbutton his coat.

The man's breathing fastened as a response to the woman's movements.

As Mary was stroking his sturdy body, Mike could not help but become short of breath.

The woman's kissing even gave him a sensation of being drunk.

All of a sudden, the man threw the woman away from his arms.

Mary was thrown into bed.

She managed to open her eyes and reached her hands out at the man before her eyes. "Save me. I feel so uncomfortable...Please help me..."

Mike narrowed his eyes. "Have you been drugged?"

He stared at the woman on the bed, who was twisting her soaked body. Mary's figure was tempting, and her big, watery eyes were bright and inviting.

Mike's Adam's apple was rolling up and down.

The woman looked so beautiful.

Miked turned around and wanted to leave. However, Mary instantly sat up, grabbed his coat, and then encircled his waist by her hands.

Intuitively, Mary pressed herself against the male.

"Woman, you don't know what you're doing."

Mike immediately lost control of himself and became somewhat bewitched.

He indulged himself with the woman all night long.

Early the next morning, the sea breeze blew into the room.

Mike had already dressed up, standing in front of the bed with a glass of champagne in his hand and shaking it gently. He was giving off an elegant and proud vibe.

Staring at the woman on the bed, he said to his assistant, "Hank, do you think she and that girl look alike?"

Hank Cook was holding a photo in his hand. The girl in the picture was young, 15 or 16 years old, wearing a school uniform and smiling brightly.

Comparing the woman on the bed and the girl in the photo, Hank answered, "Yes, they do look alike. I have not expected her to come back to us."

Mike took a sip of his wine and smiled, "It's destiny."

When Mary woke up, she found that the luxurious room was empty. Rubbing her eyes, she felt sore and painful all over.

She lifted the quilt and almost screamed when she noticed that her lower body was in such a mess.

A maid entered the room and said, "Miss, this is the clothes that Mr. Johnson asked me to bring to you."

"Mr. Johnson?" Mary sat up on the bed, and scenes of the previous night began to flood into her mind.