Chapter 2:
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**The man had a face as alluring as an angel's, while the woman behind him swayed her body seductively, her eyes clear yet bewitching, not wanting to be disturbed in the slightest.**
They were being far too bold.
Cersei thought the woman’s face looked somewhat familiar. Suddenly, the man violently grabbed the woman’s hair, pulling her head up.
Finally, she could clearly see the woman’s face—it was none other than the superstar Naccy.
The moans coming from this woman were quite something.
Calling for help while in the midst of pleasure.
If anyone heard and rushed to the rescue, it would definitely make for an interesting scene.
Cersei crouched down, studying them quietly, thinking to herself how their position was really quite… challenging. How did they even manage it?
She was engrossed, analyzing their posture, when suddenly, a cold gaze swept over her. She accidentally made eye contact with a pair of eyes so wickedly enticing that it made one want to sink into them.
A pair of demon's eyes.
Not wanting to be rude, she quickly tried to retreat.
Fortunately, the lighting was too dim; he probably couldn't see her face.
They were really too passionate!
Just as Cersei was about to stand up, tragedy struck—her legs had gone a bit numb. She cursed softly and, abandoning all grace, wobbled away from the booth.
She had barely taken two steps when suddenly her arm was grabbed, and with a strong force pulling her back, Cersei, still holding her drink, fell into the arms of the man behind her.
The scent of Dior Homme immediately filled her nose, bringing with it a deadly allure.
Her drink spilled onto the man’s chest.
The liquid trickled down to his waist, and Cersei couldn’t help but wonder, what would happen if it reached his groin?
Oh my, this man just had an intense session with a woman, and now he’s quickly cleaned up.
Is this his post-intimacy combat mode?
Too efficient.
"Seen enough and now you want to leave?" Louis's voice was icy, elegant yet laced with a hint of heartlessness.
Actually, I haven’t seen enough; if I don’t leave, do you want me to take a souvenir photo?
Cersei didn’t look up, pretending to be a drunken girl, she said, "I didn’t mean to, I’m not a reporter, you two carry on, you two carry on."
"I’m not disturbing."
She was about to leave but was stopped by Louis grabbing her arm again.
Cersei was annoyed. Damn it, I’m trying to leave, what more do you want?
She suddenly looked up, and both of them were stunned.
Damn it, what a small world.
"Tình Nhi?"
This woman looked so much like Wendy, with an eighty or ninety percent resemblance, enough to make Louis lose his mind.
How could there be someone so similar?
The fragrance wafting into his nose was also her favorite scent.
Cersei felt a bit dizzy—how did she end up bumping into Louis?
Just bad luck.
After Louis recovered from the shock, his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Can you let go?" Cersei said with a smile, looking up.
Louis was slightly mesmerized; her smile was truly beautiful.
How could a smile be so beautiful?
So radiant, like a hundred flowers blooming in the spring Blood Moon pack.
Wendy was introverted and could never have such a brilliant smile.
A heat rose from his lower abdomen, and Louis was startled to find himself aroused. Cersei cursed inwardly; the situation was clearly not in her favor, and she quickly wanted to leave.
But then, to both her and Louis's surprise, he knocked her unconscious with a blow.
Before Cersei passed out, she thought:
Walking too much at night will indeed lead to encounters with ghosts.
The night was just beginning, and the night scene at White Fur Pack was picturesque.
When Cersei woke up, she was lying in a room overlooking the sea.
She rubbed her neck, which ached. Louis was truly strange—why had he brought her here in the middle of the night?
Could it be that he really fancied her beauty?
That would be... not a waste at all.
The room was dark, and Louis stood by the window, dressed in Dior’s latest spring collection, which only enhanced his mesmerizing appearance.
This brand suited slightly slender men.
He successfully portrayed the elegant and noble beauty of Dior.
Like a supermodel on a magazine cover.
How could there be such a soul-stealing man in this world?
"You're awake?" Louis's voice in the dark carried an additional layer of intoxication, low and hoarse.
There was an underlying pressure and complexity she couldn’t quite understand.
"What do you want?"
Cersei got out of bed, relieved that her clothes were intact. She let out a sigh of relief.
Louis noticed what she was thinking and his lips curled into a mocking smile.
His gaze, fixed on Cersei, carried a sharp edge.
"What’s your name?"
"Cersei."
Louis frowned; the name suited her well. She resembled Wendy very much, but lacked Wendy’s pure innocence.
It was a purity like the morning dew on a lotus flower.
A kind that makes one want to capture it. (Meaning to capture the dew)
"If you don’t mind, I’d like to go home now." Being flexible had always been Miss An’s way of dealing with situations.
It was the middle of the night, and they were alone.
The situation was obviously not in her favor.
If it’s not favorable, she must leave.
"Stop!" His voice was neither loud nor soft, but icy, freezing the atmosphere around him.
Cersei turned around, Alpha Louis, do you have to be so ruthless?
I just want to go home.
"Be my lover!" Louis's voice was cold, devoid of emotion, yet it carried an authority that was impossible to refuse.
Cersei was instantly petrified.
The world had gone mad.
How could he be so... full of himself?
He slowly approached her, lifting her chin, his attitude as lofty as an emperor favoring a concubine.
Unmatched, unattainable.
"Name your price." He said disdainfully.
Mint was a luxurious, hedonistic bar. Women who frequented such places were not decent.
Her appearance was pure.
She was just like those women you see on the streets, in jeans washed to a pale white, suggesting a poor family background. For such a woman, money would be the best solution.
Moreover, Alpha Louis was the dream lover of every woman in White Fur Pack.
So, the young master was confident that as long as he named the right price, he could have Miss An.
Cersei smiled and said, "Alpha, looking at your clothes, I can tell you’re not short of money!”
Damn it, why was there a fire burning inside her?
Cersei angrily realized that she was having a physiological reaction.
Oh my, she had been drugged.
Disgusting, that bastard would pay!
One moment, he treated her like a cheap tomato, thinking a sum of money could buy her?
Louis’s eyes narrowed dangerously, the glowing lights outside the window reflecting the long river stretching across White Fur Pack.
His gaze turned to the river, clear yet cold, glimmering.
Cersei thought to herself, a man like this, it wouldn't be a disgrace to lose to him.
"Trust me, name your price, I will absolutely satisfy you!”
"I’m not interested in being a lover, Alpha."
"You know who I am?" Louis’s eyes narrowed, slightly surprised.
"You’re always on the cover of magazines, changing women like clothes. Oh no, switching women as fast as flipping through books. I might not want to know you, but these past two days, you’ve been all over the magazines. Saying I don’t know you, wouldn’t that be making things difficult for me?"
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