The sensation of waking up from a deep, blissful dream to the shock of cold water couldn't be adequately described, maybe it was somewhat akin to being struck by lightning.

Dylan glared at Eliana with bloodshot eyes, gripping her arm tightly.

"You despicable man, you filthy creature, get off my bed! I find you repulsive!" Eliana spat at Dylan, her anger surpassing his at this moment.

Last night, Josephine had brought him back, and now she saw the lipstick stains. Putting two and two together, it was hard for her not to imagine the worst.

"What are you saying? Are you insane?" Dylan was completely puzzled, not knowing what was...