On her way to work, Chloe Simpson still felt a vague sense of unease in her heart.
Her mind kept replaying scenes from last night, and the name she had called out over and over again—Alexander.
Apart from that vivid memory, everything else was a complete blur.
But judging by Lucas Hughes' demeanor, the person from last night must have been him.
This morning, when he came into the master bedroom to tuck her in, he clearly saw the marks all over her body.
But if the person from last night was Lucas, then this was a disaster.
After all, the name she kept crying out was Alexander's.
And if it wasn't Lucas, wouldn't that be an even bigger disaster?
Alexander had left so many marks on her body, and those marks had been seen by Lucas.
But it probably wasn't Alexander who left those marks; otherwise, why would Lucas have seen them and said nothing?
The more she thought about it, the more chaos engulfed her mind, rising to an unbearable level—it was driving her insane.
