Chapter 1 Mr. Anderson, I Beg You

The night was getting darker, and the moonlight slipped through the thin curtains, casting a glow on the two tangled up on the bed. The booze felt like some high-end aphrodisiac, pulling Daphne in deeper and deeper.

Suddenly, a loud knock on the door made her jump, tightening her legs around Lewis Anderson's shoulders.

"Is Ms. Sullivan here? There's a package that needs your signature."

She tried to get up, but Lewis held her waist firmly.

In the dim light, his sharp, intense features appeared even more striking, his gaze slowly descending from her chest, exuding a powerful air of dominance. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Daphne gripped the bedsheet instinctively. Before she could respond, the phone rang.

Lewis's voice was low and husky, like a lover's whisper, but his expression was so malicious it made you want to scratch him. "Answer him, darling."

But Daphne didn't dare. She clung to Lewis's arm, whimpering and pleading, "Mr. Anderson, please hurry."

Lewis chuckled softly, launching a final, fierce assault that almost tore her apart.

Moments later, the intense lovemaking ended, and Lewis got up to the bathroom.

Daphne quickly dressed to receive the package Just as she was about to close the door, her phone rang again, this time with a call from Lewis's sister, Gloria Anderson.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom as Daphne answered, "Ms. Anderson."

"Have you received the admission letter from Selvia University and the plane ticket?" Gloria got straight to the point, her voice cold.

Daphne's throat tightened. She wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound.

Gloria didn't seem to need her response and continued, "Lewis is getting married soon. Emily has returned from abroad. You should know what to do."

A bitter feeling seemed to seep from her nose into her lungs. She suppressed her emotions and said, "I understand. Don't worry."

In fact, if it weren't for the accident years ago, Daphne should have gone abroad three years ago.

Having been an orphan since childhood, Daphne received support from the Anderson family at the age of eight, enabling her to smoothly complete her university education. Post-graduation, she had intentions of pursuing further studies abroad.

Before leaving, she went to thank the Anderson family and unexpectedly learned that Lewis had just been in a car accident and was deeply depressed.

Gloria noticed that Daphne resembled his first love and asked her to stay to accompany Lewis for three years, promising to arrange a good school for her afterward.

To repay their kindness, Daphne agreed to stay, and now it was time to part.

Gloria was pleased with her understanding. "These three years have been hard on you."

"It was something I had to do," Daphne replied softly.

After hanging up, she checked the time. There were thirty days left before she had to report to the school, which should be enough to handle all her affairs in the country.

Daphne forced a smile and turned to walk back inside.

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, and Lewis emerged wrapped in a towel. Drops of water dripped from his hair, tracing down his chest and over his defined abs before being absorbed by the towel.

"Who were you talking to so late?" He approached slowly, the woody scent of the water enveloping him.

"Nothing, just work," Daphne replied.She was never good at lying and quickly looked away, afraid he'd catch on. But Lewis followed her gaze and noticed the package in her hand.

"What's inside?" he asked.

Lewis reached out to check, and Daphne panicked, quickly hugging him.

His body heat washed over her, stirring a sudden sense of attachment. Despite reminding herself not to fall in love over the past three years, she still found herself falling deeper.

Daphne looked up, her gaze tracing his features.

Maybe it was too obvious, as Lewis chuckled softly, pulling her into his arms. "Not satisfied yet?"

His words were casual, his large hand resting on her waist, gently tapping, as if teasing or comforting.

Lewis remained indifferent even in intimate moments, his eyes seldom reflecting passion.

He was like a king, controlling her emotions. The occasional tenderness he showed always left her wanting more.

"No," Daphne smiled, her fingers tracing from his lips down to his Adam's apple.

The faint touch ignited a spark of desire in his eyes. Lewis's gaze deepened, and he smiled faintly. "Seems I didn't try hard enough tonight."

He lifted Daphne and placed her on the bed, giving her a playful look. "If you want more, you'll have to make the first move."

Lewis's features were deep and sharp, his eyes cold and piercing, exuding a strong sense of dominance.

But at this moment, his smiling gaze made it hard not to get lost in it.

Daphne stared for a moment before suddenly wrapping her arms around Lewis's neck.

She clung to him like a vine, the contrast between her delicate, jade-like skin and his creating an aura of deep intimacy.

Desire ignited instantly.

Daphne seemed tireless, demanding more from Lewis until the night grew quiet.

Exhausted, she leaned against him, lightly tracing his features with her fingers, trying to etch his image deeply into her mind.

After this, they might never see each other again.

He was the mighty president of the Anderson Group, while she was just an orphan supported by the Anderson Group. There was a world of difference between them. If it weren't for the accident years ago, they might never have met.

Helplessness and bitterness wrapped around Daphne like a fine net, making it hard to breathe.

"You seem different today," Lewis said, looking down. "Trouble at work?"

Daphne paused, feeling a pang in her heart. She cherished Lewis's tenderness but knew she had to make a decision quickly.

"Mr. Anderson, we..." Before she could finish, the phone rang.

Lewis quickly rose as Daphne noticed the phone screen flash with a call from Emily Garcia, Lewis's first love and soon-to-be wife.

He answered the call, his face darkening. "If the car won't start, call for repairs. Why are you calling me?"

He sounded extremely annoyed. Everyone in Emerald City was aware of the acrimonious breakup between him and Emily, yet they also knew that Lewis still harbored deep feelings for her.

As he ended the call and swiftly dressed, his hurried strides betrayed his true emotions—his heart was wholly fixated on the one he truly cherished, to the extent that he didn't even cast a glance her way.

A few seconds later, the door closed.

The room fell silent, drowning out the words on Daphne's lips, "Let's break up."