Oops, The Alpha King Wants Me And My Baby!: Read Chapters 1-5

Isabella’s POV

Today is my 18th birthday, and I've made a big decision.

I'm going to offer my viginity as a gift to my fiancé, James Brown.

Hot, so hot.

Breaking out of my shell isn't easy, so I drank a lot of alcohol. My stepsister Emily handed me a room key card.

"Wishing you a wonderful night, my sister," she smirked at me knowingly.

My consciousness was starting to blur, and all I wanted was to see my fiancé as soon as possible and tell him I loved him.

Until I stumbled to the bedside, where I saw a tall man lying on the bed. I rushed towards him, hands caressing his cheeks, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you, I'm yours now," I whispered softly into his ear.

Until the world spun, and the man turned the tables, pinning me down.

"You are indeed mine," his deep voice resonated from above, and I vaguely felt something was off.

My fiancé's voice tonight seemed to be a bit sexier.

But I quickly dismissed my thoughts. How could Emily give me the wrong room key?

Unable to see the man's features clearly, I just flashed him a big smile and boldly kissed him.

Soon, the atmosphere grew intense, and the temperature around us soared rapidly.

The man tore apart my clothes, recklessly touching my softness.

His scorching breath continued to shower over me, his sexy voice echoing in my ears, repeating, "You're mine, you're mine."

Until...

"Sweetie, spread your legs and take it!"

I lay on the bed, my whole body feeling like it was burning.

The man's icy lips pressed against mine, ruthlessly invading my body. I reached out, grabbing onto the man's body, craving more.

"Please, please give me more," I moaned, the man atop mine growing more excited.

He forcefully penetrated me, the beast-like, heavy sound echoing throughout the room, the light above my head violently swaying in my vision, leaving me feeling dizzy.

"James, please," I finally whimpered softly, causing the man atop mine to pause slightly, seemingly enraged by the mention of the name.

"James? Is he your man?" The man's icy lips spat out the name, his grip tightening slightly around my neck, sending a wave of suffocation through mine.

In the next moment, I felt a fierce collision beneath my body, my tear-filled eyes meeting the blazing gaze of the man.

Was I mistaken? I seemed to see the man's pupils change like those of a wild beast.

"You're mine, and I'll keep fucking you until you forget about him!"

With even greater force, he plunged me into the next storm.

In the dim light, I couldn't make out the man's features, only feeling his ferocity like that of a wild beast, as if he wanted to devour me.

Until the next morning, I woke up, ignoring the pain all over my body, unable to find James's figure in the bed.

As I was about to get out of bed to look for him, a sudden urgent knocking on the door echoed through the room.

I didn't know what was happening, I could only foolishly keep calling out James's name.

But the next second, the faces of my stepmother Charlotte and my father appeared before me.

Then, my stepmother burst into the room, hugging me and crying loudly, saying,

"Isabella, my poor child, how could something like this happen? Auntie has already reported it to the police. That rascal who raped you will not escape justice..."

I didn't understand. "What do you mean? Who was raped?"

Until the next second, my stepsister walked into the room. She looked smug and mocking as she stared at me.

"Sister, I'm sorry. Last night, I gave you the wrong room key. You didn't enter James's room at all."

Her words made my mind explode.

She kept apologizing to me, her eyes still red, as if she were the one who had been raped.

My father, David, without considering the truth, angrily slapped my face.

It wasn't until my father walked out of the room that Emily whispered to me in a voice others couldn't hear.

'Sorry sis, but your boyfriend tastes pretty good, and he's also careful with our baby.'

Andrew’s POV

I accidentally found my mate, but damn it, she's a human girl.

"She's our mate, bring her!" My wolf kept howling in my mind, and I tried my best to ignore him. But I had to admit, the bond's power was unbeatable. I couldn't control the urge to touch her, to possess her.

I saw her there, drinking, her cheeks flushed with a slight intoxication. She had no idea how much her appearance attracted me.

"Take her!" My wolf still roared, but I didn't look at her anymore. I turned and headed to the rooftop suite.

As the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack and heir to the Turner family, my father had decreed that the public wolves of the Turner family couldn't mate with humans, and as a result, my siblings and I had pure lycanthropic blood.

But now, I have found my mate, and she is human.

The Turner family was a powerful clan, deeply involved in politics and business, and held a prominent position.

I had an elder half-brother, Thomas Turner. When I first interned at the company at the age of eighteen, I demonstrated an extraordinary talent for business. Under my management, all projects met with great success.

This stirred up a significant sense of threat within Thomas. So, he expelled me from the country. If it weren't for Thomas being diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer a year ago, I wouldn't be back in the country now.

Thomas had a 25-year-old son, Henry.

In principle, Henry was supposed to be the successor to the family business. However, due to Thomas's cunning nature, he had spoiled his son, and Henry had turned into a debauched young man who squandered his life.

Consequently, I naturally inherited the family business and became the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack.

I know how hard-won everything today has been, so I don't want my human mate ruin everything.

I turn off the lights and lie down on the bed, trying to calm myself.

Until the next second, my mate appears in my room.

The room is pitch black, and I can't see my mate's face, but I know it's her. I can smell her scent.

I want to speak up and drive her away, but the next second, she stumbles towards me.

Her soft body presses against mine, and she gazes at me affectionately before planting a kiss on my forehead.

Her sweet scent envelops me, making me want to possess her fiercely.

And when she tells me, "I'm yours,"

All my rationality crumbles in an instant.

So I possess her fiercely, until hearing her call out another name while making love to me,

James? Clearly, this belongs to a man, which fills me with resentment. I increase the force beneath me.

She is mine, there shouldn't be another man in her mind.

....

My rationality didn't return until the next morning when I looked at my human mate's sleeping face.

The marks all over her body were signals of how wild I had been last night.

I pretended to calmly dress and leave the room, luckily not waking her.

I tried to treat it as just a one-night stand and convinced myself not to dwell on it.

But as I sat in the car, I couldn't help but message my Beta, ordering him to keep an eye on the human girl.

Then my Beta reported every little detail of her to me, but I didn't respond.

I thought I should find a time to reject her, listening to news about her was just a waste of time.

Until one day, my Beta rushed into my office, and just as I was about to reprimand him, he said,

"Alpha, that human girl, Isabella, she's pregnant with your baby!"

All the she-wolves in my pack wanted to bear my children, but I never gave them the chance.

This time, it was obviously an accident.

"Alpha, she wants to abort your child," Beta's voice came again.

Anger surged in my heart.

How dare she not want my child?

Did she want to kill this child and marry her beloved, James?

Thinking of her calling out his name while we made love, and now wanting to kill my child for that man...

I was consumed with rage. She was my mate, she couldn't have another man's child.

"Inform all hospitals, regardless of which pack they belong to, not to perform an abortion for her!"

Isabella’s POV

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm feeling on my body.

I opened my tired eyes and looked at my sleeping child. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

Due to my stepmother's extensive publicity, news of my one-night stand became widely known.

My father deemed me shameful and threatened to kick me out of the family.

I had no choice but to rent a house outside.

Public opinion and the truth of the matter no longer mattered, because soon enough, I discovered I was pregnant.

Yes, I was pregnant with a stranger's child.

At first, I didn't want to bring into the world a child whose father I didn't even know.

However, when I went to the hospital, all of them refused me.

I was confused, I thought it must have been my cruel stepmother's doing, but as I left the city for another hospital, they also turned me away.

They all said, 'Your body is too weak for an abortion.'

Despite my skepticism about their explanations, as time passed, I realized the little life inside mine had already become a part of my body.

Perhaps this was destiny.

So I embraced the child. I rested peacefully in the apartment until months later when the baby was born.

At nineteen, while other girls her age were still in their parents' arms, I had become a mother.

Even though the child's father was unknown, and I had almost collapsed when I first found out I was pregnant, over the past nine months, the child had become an irreplaceable part of my life.

Perhaps that's what motherhood is.

I came back from my senses as soon as I heard someone knocking, echoing around.

I quickly wiped away the tears on my cheek with the back of my hand.

In a hoarse voice, I said, "Please come in."

I thought it was a nurse coming to change the IV, but as the door opened, a handsome young man I didn't recognize walked in.

"Have you come to the wrong room?" I asked, quite not sure.

His demeanor was cold, and the way he looked at her made I feel like he was looking down on me.

"Andrew Turner, your child's father."

The man introduced himself briefly and directly. His voice, clear and cold, struck me like a thunderclap, leaving me feeling dizzy.

Initially uncertain, I couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between his eyes and the man from that evening, and they even shared the same scent of perfume.

My already pale face turned even whiter, and I struggled to sit up in bed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him in a moment of lost control.

"How dare you show up here? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?!"

In contrast to my hysteria, Andrew casually raised his arm to block the pillow I hurled at him. Then, with long strides, he approached the bed.

Beside the bed lay a sleeping baby swaddled in clothes, its wrinkled, rosy face resembling a little monkey.

I didn't know what he intended, but I instinctively reached out to protect the child in my arms.

"If you calm down, we can talk," he said.

"There are two choices. Marry me, or give me custody of the child,” he said with his tone as if it wasn't a big deal, and he seemed used to giving orders.

If I said his proposal didn't intrigue me, it would be a lie. Naturally, I wasn't inclined to marry a stranger, but I knew I needed someone to help me take care of the child, and obviously, the baby's father couldn't be more suitable.

As for me, I have more important things to do, and that is—revenge.

Emily has came to visit. It was then that I learned Emily was pregnant, carrying James's child, and my fiancé had been betraying me for a long time.

Emily staged a scene where I allegedly pushed her, resulting in her miscarriage.

When James arrived, he berated me without asking for the side of the story. Thus, all I had left for James was hatred, and I felt sorrow for my past naivety.

I silently gazed at Andrew, this was the first time I had carefully examined him.

He was dressed in a dark shirt, broad-shouldered, and tall. Whether it was due to the lighting or not, he sat there looking exceptionally tall and deep.

His shirt cuffs were rolled up, and he wore a slightly worn steel watch on his left wrist.

Like a woman's handbag, a man's watch often symbolizes status. But his watch betrayed him.

I guessed that Andrew's family background probably wasn't that great.

"How old are you?"

"28," he replied.

"What do you do?" I asked again.

"Are you verifying my identity?" he raised an eyebrow, his emotions hard to discern.

"Don't I have the right to know about the current status of my child's father?" I asked back sternly.

"Doing some small business with friends," Andrew answered in a cooperative tone, nodding for me to continue.

Typically, freeloaders would like to claim they were in business. I wasn't pleased with his response.

"Do you have a permanent residence now?" I asked.

"No," Andrew answered.

"I'm really unlucky. I couldn't even support myself before, and now I have to support a child and an unemployed vagabond,"

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by my words.

"I have an apartment. After the baby turns one month old, you can move in. I will regularly pay child support, if you don't squander it, it should cover your expenses for you and your son."

I handed him another set of apartment keys and a bank card.

I could see his previously expressionless face turn incredibly grim.

“So, I... was being kept?”

After Isabella and Andrew reached a preliminary agreement, a woman in her thirties entered with a respectful demeanor. She was well-dressed and clean-looking. She introduced herself as a professional maternity nurse named Amelia.

She understood it wasn't practical for a man to care for a newborn alone, so they needed a maternity nurse. However, she had heard that maternity nurses were paid quite well, and this man had no money, the expenses were all on her, making her feel a bit sorry.

She subconsciously glared at Andrew, who seemed puzzled by her glare.

"Let me hold him," Amelia said, walking to the bedside and extending her hands with a smile.

"Baby, he doesn't even have a name yet," Isabella said softly, looking pitiful.

"You can come up with one," he said.

"I haven't thought of one," She admitted. Her mind was a mess.

"Then think of one now," he replied, waiting patiently.

She furrowed her brow lightly and thought carefully for a while before saying, "How about Asher?"

It means "blessing" in Hebrew, all mothers wish for their children to have a smooth and fortunate life.

"Sounds good.” He nodded without any objections.

Afterward, Amelia took Asher from Isabella.

With Ava's support, Isabella followed them for a long way.

It was raining outside the hospital, and her eyes were wet, too.

"Ma'am, if you can't bear to part with him, why don't you stay with the baby?" Ava asked her.

She shook her head wryly, saying, "I can't take him back to the Harris family, can I?"

"Since Mrs. Eleanor's divorce, it is no longer a real home for you,” Ava said and sighed.

Isabella's damp eyes gradually became firm and cold, and her hands by her side slowly clenched into fists.

"I want to go back and take back everything that belongs to me."

Isabella dragged her heavy suitcase, step by step, walking on the cobblestone path toward the villa.

This mansion was her mother's dowry, now, it was occupied by David and his mistress. She couldn't help but find the irony in the situation.

Her father, David, was originally just a low-level civil servant. Later, he married a wealthy businessman's daughter, Eleanor Allen, who was her mother.

With the financial support of her mother's family, David had a successful career. He was now the Deputy Mayor of Ithaca town and was in charge of finance.

Isabella entered the villa alone, and there was no one to greet her, let alone a warm welcome, as she had expected.

In the living room, David, her stepsister Emily, and Charlotte sat on a luxurious leather sofa, chatting and laughing, appearing very harmonious.

Isabella's arrival shattered the cozy atmosphere.

"You finally decided to come back, you're such an embarrassment. You've tarnished the Harris family's reputation!" David yelled. His face, previously showing a smile, was now filled with anger.

Upon seeing Isabella, he slammed his hand heavily on the coffee table in front of him.

"Look at the two of you, father and daughter, acting like bitter enemies. David, calm down a bit. It's a good thing that your daughter is willing to return," Charlotte spoke at the right moment, smiling as she walked over to Isabella, holding her hand with a concerned expression.

She replied, "Thank you for your concern, Aunt. However, you'd better not worry about my affairs. Instead, pay more attention to your daughter. She's had repeated miscarriages, and it's not good for her health. If she continues to have chronic miscarriages or infertility, it will be troublesome."

Emily used to date the son of a real estate tycoon but later found out that he had a history of drug use. She was forced to break up and secretly terminated her pregnancy.

Although Charlotte kept this matter a closely guarded secret, there was no such thing as a completely sealed secret in this world. Only David remained oblivious to it.

"Emily had a miscarriage? What's going on?!" David was furious once again.

And Isabella, dragging her suitcase, moved up the stairs, unruffled. As for how to explain this to David, it was a matter for Charlotte and her daughter.

Isabella's room was at the end of the third floor, and it was the largest and most luxurious room in the entire villa, aside from the master bedroom.

She pushed the door open, and everything in the room seemed the same. Instead of her dolls on the bedside, Emily's clothes were in the wardrobe, and Emily and James' wedding photos adorned the vanity.

She stood in the center of the room, casually placed her suitcase to the side, then called Ava.

"Ava, thank you for clearing out all the unrelated items in the room. Oh, first, clean the bathroom first. I want to take a shower."

"Okay, Ma'am."

Ava was swift and efficient, and when Isabella came out of the bathroom after her shower, everything of Emily's had been thrown out, even the curtains and beddings had been replaced with new ones.

She sat in front of the vanity, drying her hair, looking beautiful and serene, like a painting.

At this moment, the room's door was suddenly pushed open, making a loud bang, and Emily stormed in.

"Isabella, who gave you the right to touch my room?!" Emily's voice echoed around.

Isabella smiled and nsaid. "James is a traditional man. Are you sure you haven't told him that you're still a virgin? If he finds out that you've also had an abortion by another man, what do you think his reaction will be?"

After listening, Emily's face turned pale, clearly feeling guilty.

Before she could finish her sentence, Emily left angrily to find Charlotte.

"It's just a bedroom, why compete with her? Don't sweat the small stuff. You'll marry James in a year; you should focus on him now. You're already engaged, you should urge him to get the marriage certificate sooner rather than later. It's better to avoid any unforeseen problems."

"You need not worry. He's already at my mercy, like a little puppy," Emily said proudly.

Charlotte reminded her, "Oh, you're feeling quite confident now, but remember who cried and worried that James wouldn't be responsible for her back then? If it weren't for Victoria's advice to fake a pregnancy and a miscarriage and then blame it on Isabella, do you think you could have made James submit?"

Emily and Victoria were identical twins, with Victoria being the more beautiful and Emily the smarter.

Charlotte had always been proud of her two daughters. For the past couple of years, Victoria has been abroad, busy with her rising career as an actress.

"Yes, everything about my sister is better in your eyes," Emily grumbled, then picked up a jewelry box from the vanity and handed it to Charlotte.

"James recently gave this to me, and I heard it's a family heirloom of the Brown family, which is only given to daughters-in-law."

Inside the box were a pair of jade bangles with a pure green color that was completely flawless.

Anyone could tell from the water content that it was top-quality jade. Gold has a price, but jade is priceless. These bangles were incredibly valuable and undoubtedly a family treasure.

Charlotte held the bangles. A thought suddenly crossed her mind.

She then asked, "Emily, you can get some satisfaction quite easily..."

Isabella's first night back in the Harris family's house was peaceful enough.

Next morning, after changing clothes and a quick freshening up, Isabella went downstairs.

David had finished his meal, placed down his utensils.

"Dad, my courses for this semester have ended, I want to help out at the company," she said.

Moonlit Art Inc. used to be an asset to the Allen family and was left by Isabella's grandfather.

Before her grandfather passed away, he transferred most of the company's shares into Isabella, his only granddaughter. Due to her young age, the company had been managed by David and Charlotte throughout this time.

Charlotte's cousin, Robert, is the current CEO of Moonlit Art Inc.

"Managing a company can be tough, Isabella. You're a girl, and you'll eventually get married. It's better to wait and become a proper mistress of the house." Charlotte said earnestly.

She certainly didn't want Isabella to regain control of the company. She had already regarded Moonlit Art Inc. as her own.

"Your aunt is right. Young ladies should stay out of the limelight. I'll arrange a position for you at the Cultural Bureau. You can intern there."

As expected, she hadn't thought they would easily agree, but she had her own methods.

...

Luminosity Club was a chaotic place, a playground for wealthy men and a place of decline for beautiful women.

Isabella walked through it, feeling a bit uneasy.

"Olivia, are you sure Connor is here?" Isabella asked the girl following her.

Olivia was Ava's daughter and had been Isabella's loyal companion since childhood.

"The private detective said so. Mr. Connor spent the night here and hasn't left yet."

Connor was the Vice President of Moonlit Art Inc., the second-largest shareholder. He held a significant position in the company, and with his support, Isabella's entry into the company wouldn't be difficult.

However, gaining his support wouldn't be that easy, at the very least, she needed some leverage.

Connor was cunning, and his only drawback was his weakness for women. Unfortunately, he had a fierce wife at home.

Connor hasn't met her, so she's here today to catch him out.

An ill-intentioned man attempted to approach Isabella, but Olivia helped her divert the disgusting man.

Having narrowly escaped the advances of the lecherous man, Isabella walked alone down the dimly lit corridor, the sounds of pulsating music and tantalizing moans drifting from the private rooms on either side.

Frowning, Isabella couldn't help but wonder how she would ever find the right room amidst the maze.

She was lost in thought when suddenly she felt a strong push from behind. Instantly, she was enveloped in the familiar scent of vanilla, and powerful arms tightly pinned her against the wall.

Startled, she slammed into the cold ground, momentarily forgetting the pain.

The hefty man pressed her firmly against the wall with his bulk, using one large hand to tilt her face towards him.

"Is supporting one not enough? You're here to hunt for another man?"

Isabella gazed at the man before her.

Behind him hung a luxurious crystal chandelier, casting his blue eyes in a chilly light.

"Andrew, what are you doing here?" she breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon she cleared, Andrew was idle, spending his days idly.

Yet, he always dressed in expensive clothes. At this moment, he appeared in the nightclub, his body emanating the scent of cologne.

What's the quickest way to make money without working hard? Isabella instantly had an answer.

Oops! Turns out, he was a gigolo at the nightclub!

With this answer in mind, Isabella looked at the man with eyes full of sympathy.

He released her, his tall frame leaning casually against the wall. His expression was almost indifferent as he retrieved a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"This isn't the place for someone like you. I'll escort you out."

"I'm not leaving. I'm here to find someone," Isabella insisted.

"Who are you looking for?" he inquired.

Thinking that Andrew, despite being a low-level thug, might have valuable information, Isabella replied, "Connor Martin. Do you know him?"

"I've heard he's got a rather unsavory reputation. Why do you need to find him?" Andrew asked.

"I need his assistance," Isabella replied.

Andrew chuckled, his gaze assessing her.

He flicked some ash from his fingertips, his tone indifferent. "Connor Martin has a weakness for women. Those who seek his help usually end up paying a price. Have you considered the consequences?"

She shot him an exasperated glare, but he pretended not to notice.

In response, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small pinhole camera. "He's involved in some shady dealings here. Probably doesn't want his wife finding out. With some evidence, I'm not afraid he won't help me."

Andrew listened attentively, maintaining his nonchalant expression. He casually flicked his cigarette ash with two fingers and said,

"The room upstairs, third one on the left."

Isabella soon stood in front of the door with a thin steel wire in her hand, fiddling for a moment before the door clicked open.

Inside, a man's suit hung on a hanger, and the remnants of a half-used pack of condoms and a woman's stockings lay scattered on the memory foam mattress.

Fortunately, there was no one in the room.

Isabella carefully adjusted the pinhole camera and walked around the room, searching for the best camera angle.

She noticed a potted plant on the TV cabinet across from the bed, with discarded condom wrappers scattered underneath.

Isabella approached and picked up one of the unopened condoms, intending to hide the pinhole camera inside the plant. Suddenly, urgent footsteps sounded outside the door.

Without time to think, Isabella grabbed the condom and hastily ducked into the nearby walk-in closet.

The closet was pitch black. Outside, a drunken and greasy man embraced a scantily clad woman as they entered the room.

Their footsteps were erratic. Through the crack in the closet, Isabella could see Connor Martin dragging a barely conscious woman.

The woman's face was turned towards Isabella, who could clearly see the abnormal flush on her face. Connor Martin's mouth constantly leaned towards the woman's face, his hands shamelessly wandering over her chest.

The woman had lost consciousness but still weakly resisted, clearly an innocent victim who had been drugged.

Isabella hesitated inwardly, her heart torn between wanting to help the injured woman outside and knowing she was no match for Connor Martin. Ultimately, she aimed the pinhole camera outside.

Connor Martin roughly threw the woman onto the bed, impatiently undoing the buttons of his shirt and quickly stripping off his clothes. Then, like a savage, he pounced on the woman.

From Isabella's perspective, she could clearly see the man's oily lips viciously kissing the semi-conscious woman. Isabella felt a wave of disgust, thinking that a repulsive man like Connor Martin belonged in hell.

Soon, Connor Martin got up from the bed, intending to grab a condom from the TV cabinet. However, upon turning around, he noticed that the last remaining condom was missing.

Isabella looked at the condom in her hand, hoping he wouldn't become suspicious.

Luckily, Connor Martin didn't react, simply tossing the empty wrapper onto the floor and cursing under his breath.

The disgusting man headed straight for the bed, no longer hesitating, and began tearing the woman's clothes apart.

Hearing the crisp sound of fabric being torn, Isabella covered her ears. "Isabella, this isn't your business, this isn't your business, stay calm."

When she looked up again, both figures on the bed were naked.

Connor Martin was supporting his disgusting genitals as he approached the woman's body. She attempted to resist, but as soon as she tried to get up, Connor Martin pulled her back by her hair.

"No!" The woman's voice echoed in agony.

Her eyes, reddened and shimmering with tears of despair, met Isabella's gaze for a fleeting moment. Isabella could no longer restrain herself.

"Bang!"

Isabella concealed the pinhole camera and retrieved the pepper spray from her pocket, forcefully kicking open the closet door.

Seeing Isabella emerge from the closet, Connor Martin paused in surprise. Quickly, he was drawn to Isabella's beauty.

"The manager knows me well, sneaking another one in for me," he leered.

Rubbing his hands together, he approached Isabella. Her gaze remained fixed on his face, afraid to accidentally catch sight of his disgusting genitals.

"It's a great day today, it is been a while since I've had a threesome," Connor Martin chuckled lasciviously.

Isabella frantically signaled to the weak woman on the bed, who gratefully glanced at Isabella before quickly wrapping herself in clothing and fleeing the room.

Connor Martin quickly noticed her departure and moved to pursue her.

Isabella grabbed his arm, forcing a smile despite her revulsion. "Master, isn't having me enough for you?"

This move indeed worked. Connor Martin paid no heed to the fleeing woman as the sound of the door opening behind him signaled her escape. Isabella breathed a sigh of relief.

"What a charming girl, playing hide and seek with me in the closet. I like it."

Connor Martin lunged at her like a hungry wolf.

Isabella remained composed, her hand reaching behind her to the button of the pepper spray, ready to give this disgusting man a fiery blow.

However, before she could react, another loud door opening sound came from behind her. She thought it was the woman returning to rescue her again.

But as she looked up, she was caught off guard by a pair of azure blue eyes. She saw his tall figure standing at the doorway, like godsend.

His icy eyes silently bore into her, devoid of any emotion.

"Get out!" he said softly, his tone not open to refusal.

It was then that Isabella realized he was addressing her.

"Hey, who are you?" came Connor Martin's annoyed voice, but soon he seemed to understand something.

"Oh, you're also sent by the manager, right? He's afraid two women won't be enough, so he sent me another man."

Connor Martin exaggeratedly touched his chin with his hand, scrutinizing the man's body up and down. "Such physique, such looks, top-notch!"

"Tender flesh, I like it!" Connor Martin walked towards Andrew.

"Get out," Andrew's voice came again. Without hesitation, Isabella walked towards the door, not looking back.

As she passed by Andrew, she boldly handed him the condom.

"Take care of yourself."