As soon as Vivian heard that Raymond had gone, her heart felt empty.

He's gone without even saying goodbye?

Vivian always felt that Raymond always treated her like a toy and never cared about her feelings.

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and walked upstairs step by step back to her room as if she had lost her soul.

Vivian had neither breakfast nor lunch that day. She just sat by the window in her room, hugging her knees, in a daze all morning.

At the same time, the Dark Night bar was not as calm as House of Steven.

"Who took my phone?" The air about Raymond was so overwhelming that it felt like a storm was about to strike. Those who didn't know were fine, but those who knew his identity were all shivering.

After a long while, the owner of the bar, emboldened, came over and pleaded, "Mr. Steven, did you lose your phone? You can rest assured to leave this matter to me. Within three days, I will surely get to the bottom of it!"

The bar owner has made the greatest guarantee, after all, the bar is a very heavy workload with a mix of public opinion every day.

However, this answer did not satisfy Raymond. As soon as he raised his hand, the black-clad man who had been standing behind him walked straight out, through the bar owner and pulled out all the "princesses" who had been playing with him in the private room yesterday.

The "princess" who had been yelling at Vivian yesterday was now deeply regretful. If she had known Raymond would be so serious, she would never have dared to touch his things.

She held her phone tightly, not knowing what to do.

Just then, the phone rang! The bodyguards who were searching immediately noticed that when the phone rang, all eyes were on the culprit.

The princess never expected Raymond to do this. For a moment, she was flustered, her lips quivered, and she desperately clutched her pocket, not wanting the phone to make a sound.

"Humph."

Raymond approached the lady step by step, each step as leisurely as a stroll, but the oppression he exuded made everyone involuntarily step back.

The princess was even more frightened, her long nails sinking into her flesh, and she fell to the ground in terror with a loud bang, making the atmosphere even more tense.

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, let me go, I won't do it again." The girl was curled up in a ball, scared out of her mind.

Raymond smiled faintly, bent down and pinched her neck.

The princess took out her mobile phone and handed it to him, trembling. She hugged Raymond's thigh and begged for mercy, "Please, Mr.Steven, spare me. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it."

Raymond kicked her away and, in a casual tone, told the bodyguards behind him, "Get rid of her. I don't want to see her again."

Looking at the princess being dragged out, no one dared to go up and plead until Raymond left the bar.

Again, Vivian, who had been in a rage several times in a row, was so agitated that she had not eaten all day and had been exposed to the cold wind. Her limbs were weak and her head was dizzy.

She was extremely sleepy now, but her bones ached as if they were about to fall apart, and it took her a long time to fall asleep.

When Raymond got home, he was told that Vivian had stayed in her room all day without eating or going out.

He looked up at the closed door on the second floor for a long time. There was no change in expression on his face, but there was a faint displeasure in his heart.

This woman is so troublesome. She just made a fuss this morning. What else is she going to do?

Spoiled by favor?

When it was dinner time, Raymond found that there was still no movement upstairs. Eventually, he couldn't hold back any longer and went up to the second floor, which he hadn't been to for a long time, into his and Vivian's room.

One side of the room was dark and there was no sound. With a snap, he turned on the light.

Vivian was sleeping in bed, and she was not at all as flamboyant and sharp-tongued as usual. Raymond lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and leaned against the wall to look at the woman.

While she was dozing off, Vivian seemed to smell a smoke in the air.

She struggled to open her eyes and sat up, with the thin blanket slipping off her body.

She was startled when her gradually clear gaze swept past a flickering flame in front of her, and her panicked eyes met Raymond's incomprehensible look.

Vivian was agitated by his sudden disappearance and reappearance. She leaned feebly against the head of the bed for a while before she managed to calm down and asked in a low voice, "Why are you back?"

Raymond noticed her sickly state and, as if by accident, put out the cigarette. He walked leisurely to her bedside and said, "This is my home." Does he need anyone's permission to come back?

"No need." Vivian didn't expect him to say that, and a dimmer flashed in her eyes.

Raymond seemed satisfied with her reply, "Not eaten a day?"

Vivian lowered her head and replied feebly, "Well, no appetite."

"But I'm hungry."

Raymond stared straight at her bare, fair and delicate skin, not knowing if it was because he hadn't been happy with her for days, but just a speck of skin on her shoulder gave him a jolt.

When Vivian raised her eyes, she saw him staring intently at her shoulder and her face turned red in an instant. She hurriedly pulled the thin quilt and wrapped herself, tight and airtight.

"I have a cold and want to go to bed early."

She looked into Raymond's dark pupils, knowing what he was trying to do, and began to feel uneasy about what was to come.

Raymond looked at the flustered woman in front of him, his lips curved. "You've been sleeping for a long time. You should be feeling better."

Vivian was too exhausted to bother Raymond, frowning and turning her back to him, "I'm really tired..."

But before she could finish, she heard Raymond's low, sexy voice: "But I'm hungry. You are my wife and have the obligation to feed me."

It was a very casual remark, but this man said it so naturally.

Vivian felt even more wronged. Was she just a tool for him to satisfy his desires?

She... She's sick.

Vivian said nothing, shrank her neck and wrapped the quilt tighter.

Vivian, with a sickly appearance, had her black hair scattered freely, like seaweed. Without any makeup, she exuded a more delicate and fresh feminine charm compared to her usual days.

Raymond's eyes unconsciously grew darker. He pulled off the blanket covering her, his left hand brushed over her delicate and charming collarbone, and his right hand passed behind her and wrapped around Vivian's slender waist, with a gentle breath blowing past her ears.

His fiery lips fell on her back like raindrops. The atmosphere grew more and more ambiguous, and their breaths grew heavier and heavier.

Vivian's body seemed to have a memory and was completely awakened by Raymond's touch.

In the last moment of her sanity, Raymond had already confined her hands that wanted to resist, turned her whole body, and brutally attacked all her nerves with his soft and long drive.