Raymond looked at her for a long time without saying a word, and the tall figure standing before her made her feel a strong sense of oppression, as if the air around had thinned.

"You are my wife, Mrs. Steven." You want to sleep in the guest room on your wedding night. How disrespectful you are of her husband?

His tone was cold, and his eyes, as deep and sharp as a cheetah, carried a strong sense of danger.

Vivian felt no fear in her heart, but rather a strange fluttering of her heart.

His wife...

The words that came out of Raymond's mouth gave her a jolt, as if she had been electrocuted.

At this moment, Vivian's expression was a little dull, with two more rosy cheeks, and her moist pink lips seemed to be inviting a kiss. Her loose hair drooped lazily, just covering the slightly exposed lace collar.

Such an alluring her was completely different from what Raymond had seen before.

Raymond's gaze towards her deepened, and his breathing became heavier and more rapid.

He lowered his head as if by some twist of fate, and with his hands he grabbed both sides of Vivian's face, he pressed his cold lips against her before she could even come to her senses.

Her lips were smooth and pink, and he was reluctant to bite them hard to vent the passion that had been kindled within him, but rather sucked them gently, as if savoring sweet fruits.

Vivian shuddered as if an electric current had gone through her lips, her mind was stunned, her legs went weak, and before she was about to fall to the ground a strong arm held her slender waist, and at the same time deepened the kiss.

Both of them were novices in this area and had no skill at all for a basic kiss.

He just kissed with his heart, and the rich smell of alcohol went into her mouth.

She suddenly opened her eyes, regained consciousness, and pushed the man in front of her with all her might.

"I... We can't do that."

Vivian looked at him with a dazed gaze, her cheeks flushed as if drunk, but said no.

Raymond looked somewhat displeased.

"You are my wife!"

His voice became a little low, repeating what had just been said, with less sharpness in his tone and lust in his eyes.

As he approached, she stepped back, until her back was pressed against the cold wall.

Big hands propped up the wall, completely encircling Vivian in front of her chest.

Vivian felt her breathing was not smooth, and there was a burning element in the air.

He bent down, his eyes level with Vivian's. She saw her own reflection in his dark eyes.

"Besides, it was you who lured me to do this just now."

As soon as Raymond opened his mouth, warm air sprayed onto her face and even her collarbone, and her body seemed to warm up again, and her face flushed much more.

Vivian thought for the first time that Raymond could easily become a master of love if he put away his icy cold look, but she was different.

No one dared to force her to do things she didn't want to do from childhood to adulthood, and no one could force her except this marriage.

But that doesn't mean she can accept it so easily...

In an instant, she seemed to revert to the proud and overbearing Lady of House of Johnson, looking as haughty as ever.

She grabbed Raymond's suit with her little hand and, just as he was about to touch her, suddenly turned around and became Raymond's back against the wall.

In an instant, the air around felt much clearer, and the unique scent of Raymond dissipated one by one.

She looked up and met Raymond's half-smiling black eyes.

Vivian held her breath, her tone slightly panting, "Raymond, you've lost your composure. As we agreed, I promise to be a perfect wife and mother, never to cause you trouble again like today, and..."

"You seem to have forgotten that it was you who came to me to make the three rules. There is no such thing as not fulfilling marital obligations, Mrs. Steven."

Raymond narrowed his eyes slightly to interrupt Vivian's chattering, and that rosy lip was not meant to talk nonsense.

He leaned against the wall, looking haughty, giving Vivian a strong sense of domineering possession, but his voice was not as cold as before.

"Ah?"

Vivian was a bit slow to react to a man who was more than several times stronger than her.

Raymond's thin lips curved slightly, and his eagle-like eyes were fixed on her all the time.

Seeing that she couldn't react for a long time, Raymond's knuckled index finger lifted her chin, and the slightly chilly fingertip made her heart flutter again.

Seeing the flustered look in her eyes, Raymond suddenly felt that the woman before him seemed more than just a tool for procreation.

The thin lips were slightly pursed in an arc, and in an instant, it seemed as if all the features of his face had softened, like an iceberg melting into spring water, seductive and enchanting.

It was the first time Vivian had seen Raymond smile.

Just as Vivian was stunned by his smile, Raymond put his arm around her waist, grabbed her without difficulty, and walked towards the bed ahead.

"Raymond! You can't do this. I'm not ready yet! We agreed before to respect each other's opinions!"

Vivian struggled desperately, unable to break free from his embrace.

Raymond raised his eyebrows and threw her directly onto the bed, looking down upon her, "Call me Raymond, you are my wife." He had never repeated a sentence so many times before, but surprisingly there was no impatience.

With that, he began to take off his suit.

Seeing that he seemed to be strong-willed, Vivian's suppressed temper flared up.

"Raymond, don't think I can be bullied by you just because I marry you!"

Raymond gave her a rare look, his deep eyes warning, "This is what a wife must do. How can one be a 'good mother' without fulfilling the duties of husband and wife? My dear!"

He stressed, and it was rare for him to be so talkative.

After all, he agreed to marry Vivian in the first place because he thought she was good enough in every aspect to give birth to the heir of House of Steven for him and not touch her? He wasn't in the mood to play any contract game with Vivian.

In a word, Vivian was speechless, and the hand that had been hidden behind her slowly loosened.

A small spray bottle rolled down to the stall by gravity and was then covered by clothes...

The night was just right and the lights in the room dimmed.

The rapid panting and groaning seemed to warm up the entire room, melting the loneliness of the night.

The moonlight pierced through the Windows, blurring the charming scenery of the room...

When Vivian woke up again, she felt so much pain that she didn't even want to move.

The vague scenes of last night flashed through her mind, and her face turned red all of a sudden.

Thinking of something, Vivian knelt down on the carpet a little flustered and fumbled for a while before finding the spray bottle from last night.

Holding the spray bottle filled with the transparent liquid, Vivian was stunned for a moment before hiding it in the corner of the closet and then lying back in bed in a deep sleep.

She got out of bed slowly when the servant knocked on the door.

She was stunned for a long time after seeing the kiss marks left on her body, and the maid's eyes were filled with unrestrained smiles.

"What about Raymond?"

As soon as Vivian opened her mouth, she found that her voice was as hoarse as if she hadn't drunk water for ten days, and she was too scared to open her mouth.

The maid couldn't hold back her laughter and chuckled, then immediately came to her senses and glanced at Vivian nervously. Seeing that she wasn't angry, she whispered, "Sir Went to work early in the morning and told us to let you rest a little longer."