Chapter 179 Midnight Encounter

• In the living room lies Jane's wheelchair. She didn't want to make too much noise but needed to appear more miserable... She figured William Blake wouldn't arrive so soon, so she dragged her foot, just operated on and almost useless, towards the elevator step by step.
• Acting required a touch of realism, the more disheveled, the more convincing, though this realism came at a cost. Pressed by Jackie all night, the intense lovemaking left her legs and waist immobile. It took her ten minutes to cover such a short distance, feeling worse than climbing!
• The midnight elevator was empty. Jane looked at herself in the mirrors on the walls, her freshly washed hair tousled, clothes torn apart, and marks of abuse self-inflicted, clearly showing signs of mistreatment.