******Back at the quiet village, sitting at the outskirts of Jay City…Inside a small room… one that couldn’t be called luxurious by any means, barely fifteen square meters if you were generous, chaos reigned.It wasn’t the type of chaos that screamed violence or fear. No. This was the aftermath of something… far more primal.Right now, the room looked as though it had just been torn apart by a hurricane, driven by raw desire itself.The air was heavy and humid, clinging to the skin with a steamy, oppressive heat that refused to fade, and the scent of sweat, intimacy, and bare skin lingered in the air like a wicked perfume.Clothes were scattered all over the room, like the aftermath of a wild night.A shirt hung crookedly from the ceiling fan, still swaying a little, a bra rested on the lampshade, making the light look strange & suggestive, and panties were thrown over the door handle, left behind like a forgotten sign of giving in.Even a belt was partly hidden under the ni

******Still in the chaotic room, several hours had already trickled by since Glenn had drifted into sleep.The room was still wrapped in a thick, quiet stillness, constantly only broken by the gentle hum of the ceiling fan, the cool air the AC pushed around, and the soft rhythm of the two’s shared breathing.Outwardly, however, nothing had changed since Glenn closed his eyes.He lay there, statuesque, his chest rising and falling with a steady, unbothered rhythm. The calmness on his face was almost frustratingly divine… like a monk who had just transcended earthly concerns and entered a realm of perpetual bliss.There was no wrinkle of stress on his face, and no crease of regret… just serenity.But beside him, under the very duvet he had gently wrapped her in, a pair of eyes had long opened, and they belonged to none other than… Irene.She had long woken up, but she hadn’t moved a muscle, spoken a word, or even changed her position since then. Only her eyes... wide, tired, and

******Meanwhile, back on the bed… Glenn blinked once, then twice.And then he lay there, one arm lazily tucked behind his head, watching the door Irene had just vanished through with a baffled expression on his usually unreadable face.“…What just happened?” he muttered aloud, more to himself than anyone else.His brows drew together slightly, a crease forming above his nose as he scratched the back of his head.“How could I possibly be a bully when I was asking out of genuine concern?” he asked the room as if expecting an answer from the air.Then a sigh escaped his lips.But just at that moment, uninvited memories from the night before flashed through his mind… the moans, the tangled bodies, the heat between them, the way she had pleaded with him. And her… that version of Irene: wild, raw, and completely unrestrained.In the next second, Glenn blinked, his lips quirking upward in something dangerously close to a grin.“If I didn’t know better,” he murmured to himself, “I w

******Honestly, the sheer confidence in Glenn’s voice… so calm and so matter-of-fact made it hard for Irene to tell whether he was being delusional or just stating reality.It was arrogant, yes, outrageously so. But there was something maddeningly convincing about the way he said it, as if he wasn’t trying to boast… just laying down facts.Eventually, she chuckled bitterly. ‘How could anyone in this world be able to solve everything, when they are not god,’ she thought, scolding herself for nearly believing Glenn.With this, she sighed.“Don’t worry,” she said again, this time with a small, defeated smile. “I can handle it.”Glenn didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he simply watched her.He could tell that whatever Irene was facing was tearing her apart from the inside.He had seen it earlier, when he woke up, which was why he had intentionally made the remark he made. That time, her eyes had been hollow, and her expression had been haunted., making him realize that whatever

******Completely oblivious to Irene’s inner turmoil, the crushing despair threatening to consume her whole, and the silent pain lodged in her chest, Glenn, who had just exited the modest villa, strolled away, his hands jammed loosely into his pants pockets.His steps were unhurried and deliberate, painting the perfect picture of a man who has no worry whatsoever in the world and has nowhere urgent to be.At the moment, however, a mild frown rested on his face... not from anger, but the kind that appears when a thought keeps nagging at the edge of your mind like an itch you can’t quite reach.Glenn was never known for being an emotionally aware person. In fact, he rarely understood what others were feeling, but even he was able to tell that something was deeply disturbing Irene.That bitter expression she had been wearing since last night… the one she kept trying to hide from him, was too heavy to the extent that even a wall brick would have sensed the unease radiating from her.