Chapter 2

Oprah's cheeks burned, and she caught a glimpse of Burgess looking at her with an expression that was difficult to decipher.

Although he was also involved in the matter, he distanced himself completely.

In his eyes, she must look ridiculous in her current state.

Oprah sneered. She absolutely couldn't show weakness in front of Burgess!

She challenged Burgess with a taunting smile, then looked at Roxanne and made a zipping motion across her lips, indicating that she would keep quiet. Then she turned around and decisively left the estate.

It was pouring rain outside, and the wind mercilessly lashed at Oprah, making her shiver.

But she would rather freeze to death than return to the Harrison family and endure that humiliation!

The road from the estate to the urban area had no subway or bus, and the ride-hailing app canceled all orders due to the heavy rain.

Clutching her phone, Oprah took shelter under a tree and considered waiting for the rain to stop before continuing.

The night grew dark and gloomy, shrouding the sky.

Oprah stomped in the cold, wondering if she should brave the rain and return to the city center. Suddenly, a car stopped beside her.

The driver walked over with an umbrella and said, "Miss Oprah, he asked me to take you home."

Oprah took a few steps back, looking at him warily. "I don't know him."

But deep down, she knew he was the one who had been anonymously sending her packages.

But how did he know she was here? Did he have someone constantly following her?

Seeing that Oprah refused to get in the car, the driver made a phone call. "Sir, Miss Oprah doesn't trust me and doesn't want to get in the car."

Oprah was speechless.

The driver hung up the phone, and Oprah received a message from him, "Get in the car. No one will harm you."

It was just a text message, but it seemed comforting.

Oprah hesitated about whether to get in the car.

The rain got heavier, and a bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the sky as if it would rip it open.

Biting her lip, Oprah finally got into the car.

"You must know who he is, don't you?" she tried to find out more about him from the driver.

The driver's lips were sealed tight. "Miss Oprah, please don't make it difficult for me. I've never met him either."

Oprah had no choice but to give up.

Who was he? And why was he harassing her?

Considering his demeanor, he must be pretty wealthy.

What kind of women couldn't he attract if that was the case? Yet, he relentlessly pursued her. It was truly baffling.

She finally arrived back at her rented room.

Oprah didn't even bother changing out of her soaked clothes. Exhausted, she leaned on the sofa.

She couldn't let go and rechecked her phone. However, apart from the message sent by him, there were no other messages or calls for the rest of the night.

It seemed that Roxanne didn't care about her daughter. The one who safely brought Oprah back from the rainy night was a stranger. How ridiculous.

Oprah laughed bitterly at herself. After taking a hasty shower, she went to bed.

In the middle of the night, she developed a high fever. In a daze, she rummaged for some fever-reducing pills and swallowed them until the fever subsided in the early morning.

She took a day off from work and went back to bed.

As she slept groggily, the sound of the apartment bell woke her.

Oprah thought it was Roxanne and leaned forward to look through the peephole, only to find Burgess standing there.

What was he doing here?

Oprah snorted, purposely ignored him, and went back to sleep, covering her head with the blanket.

After a while, she suddenly heard the door opening, followed by footsteps approaching her.

Oprah froze. She lifted the blanket and saw Burgess standing by the bed, holding a key, with his usual cold and arrogant expression.

"Did my mom give you the key?" Oprah glared at him.

Burgess replied, "She was worried about you and asked me to come and check on you."

Oprah thought, "If she cares about me, why didn't she call me? Not even once. She probably wants me to get closer to Burgess."

Unfortunately, Roxanne's plan failed.

Oprah coldly responded, "Well, now that you've seen me, please leave."

Burgess stared at her pale face and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's none of your business."

"Do you have to speak to me like this?"

"How should I speak then? Why don't you teach me, Mr. Harrison?"

Burgess's face instantly turned cold, as if covered in frost, and an oppressive aura surrounded him.

Oprah felt a little scared of him. Seeing that he wouldn't leave while still staring at her, she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

"Why aren't you leaving? Are you reluctant to leave your stepsister here alone?" Oprah intentionally provoked him.

"Shut up!" Burgess suddenly reached out and grabbed Oprah's chin.

Oprah winced in pain. "What are you doing... Mmm!"

Without any warning, Burgess suddenly leaned down and kissed her.

Oprah's mind went blank, and she was so shocked that she forgot to push him away.

Burgess's kiss was dominant and wild, sealing her lips tightly as if he had never seen a woman before.

Oprah's tongue and lips were bitten and bleeding when they parted.

Both were panting heavily, one glaring at the other and the other expressionless.

"You're insane!" Oprah's face turned red, and she cursed loudly.

Burgess rubbed his thumb against her reddened lips from the kiss. "I'll see if you dare to provoke me again!"

His tone carried a dangerous warning.

Oprah instinctively wanted to retort but was intimidated by his gloomy gaze.

A wise man didn't fight when the odds were against him. She would consider it a bite from a dog!

Noticing Oprah's silence, Burgess smirked satisfactorily and turned to leave.

As he reached the doorway, he suddenly said, "By the way, my father's turning fifty the day after tomorrow, and he wants to host a family banquet. You better not be absent, or else."

Burgess left unsaid what would happen if she were absent, but Oprah knew he wouldn't let her off the hook.

He was such a bastard!

When Burgess left, Oprah took a pillow and pounded it while imagining it was him. Unfortunately, her anger only grew, and her fingertips trembled with rage.

At that moment, the doorbell rang again.

Thinking that Burgess had come back, Oprah opened the door and said without even looking, "Burgess, what else do you want?"

But it wasn't Burgess standing outside.

Looking at the stranger in a white coat, Oprah asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

"Miss Oprah, I am the personal doctor for him." The doctor smiled gently. "You caught a cold after getting soaked in the rain last night. He is worried about you, so he asked me to come and check on you."

Oprah was speechless.

The gentleman seemed to know everything as if he could always know her situation.

The feeling made her uncomfortable, and she couldn't tell if it was resentment or strangeness.

Oprah said lightly, "It's alright. I'm fine."

As she was about to close the door, the doctor quickly raised his hand to stop her and half-jokingly said, "Miss Oprah, I have a family to support and bills to pay. If I get fired by him, my whole family will go hungry next month."

Oprah didn't like to be tough on others, so she reluctantly let the doctor examine her.

"Miss Oprah, your fever has just gone down, so you must rest and drink plenty of hot water. Remember not to eat greasy and spicy food," the doctor advised Oprah carefully before leaving.

Oprah sat alone on the sofa. Perhaps being ill made people vulnerable. She suddenly felt that the whole apartment was empty and cold, and she was overwhelmed by a sense of loneliness and helplessness.

Unexpectedly, when she needed help and care, it was a stranger who silently cared for her.

Oprah forced a bitter smile, feeling a tinge of sadness.

Not knowing how long she had been lost in thought, she suddenly felt liquid flowing from her nose.

When she touched it, her fingertips were slippery, stained with blood.

Oprah frowned and went to the bathroom to clean up.

She didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was just a nosebleed caused by excessive internal heat. Then she remembered something and sent a message to him with her phone.

"Sir, thank you for your concern. But please don't send me things anymore or help me this way. It makes me feel bothered."

Shortly after sending the message, Oprah thought momentarily and sent another one, "Perhaps we can meet and chat like friends."

In no time, he replied, "Not possible."

"Why is it not possible?"

"Because I don't want to be your friend. I only want to be your man, to have you completely under my control and make your body bear only my scent."

He was a pervert, indeed!

Oprah was so angry that her hand trembled. Any good impression she had of him vanished. At that moment, she wanted to expose this pervert and discover who he was!

She carefully went through everyone she knew in her mind but had no clue. She became increasingly annoyed and noticed that he had sent several more messages to her.

"Why aren't you replying to me?"

"Are you feeling shy?"

"I imagine how cute and charming you must look when you're shy. If you could wear the dress I bought for you, you would be even more enchanting."

"Will you wear that dress and take a picture for me? Last night, I came five times just thinking about you."

Seeing those repulsive messages on the screen, Oprah couldn't take it anymore and immediately added his phone number to the blacklist.