Chapter 7 The Second Time

• "Mrs. Wood is in the bedroom. She should be asleep by now," Beatrice immediately replied.
• Quintez snorted coldly. That woman, she sure is something. To think she could still go to bed when her husband, whom she hadn't seen the past whole year, finally returned.
• "Which room is she in?"
• "Second room on the left upstairs," Beatrice answered promptly.
• Quintez went straight toward the stairs, then suddenly stopped in his tracks. What if she's still awake, or what if I wake her up? If she realizes who I am, wouldn't my plan to test her fail? No, that won't do.
• "Go and shut off the power in the house," Quintez ordered.
• Beatrice hesitated, "Shut off the power?"
• "Just do as I say!"
• "Yes!" Beatrice quickly shut off the power, and in no time, the villa was plunged into darkness, pitch black, with not a hint of light to be seen. Only then did Quintez head upstairs with ease. He gently pushed open the door to the room, and Leanna was indeed asleep. The faint moonlight streaming in from the window allowed him to vaguely see the figure on the bed rising and falling rhythmically with each breath.
• He walked quietly to the bedside. Leanna had her eyes tightly shut, sleeping soundly. The faint moonlight illuminated her face. Despite not wearing any makeup, and even in the dim light, her delicate features were still endearing.
• Quintez's fingertips gently brushed her cheek. As if feeling a tickle, Leanna murmured and turned over. Somehow, that soft murmur turned Quintez on; he wanted her now.
• Having tasted the pleasures of intimacy last night, he couldn't resist any longer, especially since he hadn't fully satisfied himself last night, as Leanna had passed out early. He pulled back the covers and pressed down on her body.
• It wasn't until this moment that Leanna realized someone else was there. She was about to scream when her lips were forcefully sealed. She struggled a few times, but her hands and feet were restrained, and with a rip, her nightgown was torn off.
• Quintez kissed her passionately, making it hard for her to catch her breath.
• No one else could enter this house except her husband, so Leanna stopped resisting after a few struggles. But the sensation of this skin, it didn't feel like an old man at all. That said, her mind was groggy, and under Quintez's intense assault, her mind went blank.
• Quintez, like a famished beast, didn't stop until he noticed the person beneath him had gone quiet. Leanna had passed out again.
• What a disappointment! Quintez nibbled on Leanna's lips for a while, then sighed with lingering regret. He lightly pinched her cheeks, "You need to exercise more!"
• Quintez went to the bathroom for a shower and found he didn't have any clean clothes to change into, so he had to put on the same clothes he had arrived in before leaving the room.
• Hearing movement, Beatrice, who had been sitting on the sofa, immediately sat up alert. She had been on the sofa the whole time, afraid that Quintez might have some orders for her at any moment. When Quintez instructed her to turn the power back on, she immediately complied, and the room returned to brightness.
• Seeing Quintez looking satisfied, Beatrice felt a twinge of jealousy. "What a sl*t!" she muttered under her breath, but her face remained smiling. "Mr. Wood, do you have any instructions?" she asked eagerly.
• Quintez didn't entertain her but instead sat down on the sofa, and Beatrice promptly stood by obediently.
• "Have you been here the whole time?"
• "Yes, Mr. Watson instructed me to come here and take good care of Mrs. Wood."
• "Has anyone else been here besides me?"
• "Well… Mr. Cooper has been here twice, but that's it."
• Although he and Leanna were legally married, she felt no sense of belonging here and didn't want anyone else to know about her marriage, so naturally, she didn't bring anyone back.
• Quintez nodded.
• "However, Mr. Wood, there's something I'm not sure if I should tell you," Beatrice hesitated.
• "Go on," Quintez said coldly.
• "Not only has no one else been here, but Mrs. Wood herself doesn't come back very often. She often stays out overnight and is lucky to come back two days a week."
• Quintez furrowed his brows. Although Luca had mentioned to him that Leanna occasionally didn't stay here, the frequency of only coming back two days a week… Well, she stays out a little too often, doesn't she?
• "Keep an eye on Mrs. Wood's every move and report any unusual behavior to me immediately."
• "Yes, Mr. Wood!"
• Receiving this directive, Beatrice felt excited. It seemed to imply that she wasn't just a maid here but responsible for monitoring Leanna, which was fundamentally different. She had more reason to snub Leanna now.
• "Also," Quintez paused before continuing, "if she asks you how old I am, just say around forty, and handle any other questions as you see fit."
• Although Beatrice didn't know Quintez's intentions, she didn't dare to ask. "Yes, Mr. Wood."
• "Next time I come back, just turn off the power without me having to remind you." With that, Quintez stood up. "How much is your salary?"
• "Four thousand per month," Beatrice replied truthfully. Maids like Beatrice usually earned around two thousand in ordinary households, but the Woods' wages were always relatively high.
• "Starting next month, your salary will be raised to eight thousand."
• Beatrice immediately smiled with gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Wood!"
• Without saying anything else, Quintez walked out of the door.
• The next day, Leanna woke up around 9 a.m., her body still in considerable pain, as if she had been torn apart. There wasn't a single part of her body that didn't ache. She lay on the bed for a long time before sitting up.
• Last night, her husband… He definitely wasn't an old man! The strength, endurance, and texture of his skin were nothing like those of an old man. Leanna couldn't reconcile the image of the bald old man with what she experienced.
• Her torn nightgown lay on the bed. Looking at herself, she noticed more bruises on her arms and thighs in addition to those from the night before. She looked like she could open a tie-dye workshop with all the bruises.
• "The kind of fetish men have these days! Violent thugs!"
• Leanna got up and took a shower. After she finished, she suddenly realized a problem. There was only a twenty-four-hour difference between two nights ago and last night. Having intercourse around the ovulation period could lead to pregnancy. If she did get pregnant this time, would the child be from the man from the other night or her husband?
• Leanna closed her eyes in agony. For the first time, she didn't want to be pregnant. But ultimately, it wasn't something she could control.
• After showering, Leanna went downstairs. Beatrice had already finished breakfast and was sitting on the sofa eating fruit. Beatrice must have seen my husband before. I should ask!