Chapter 6 You're Quite Feisty

• Inside the VIP room of the club.
• Thud! The white ball sank into the pocket. Cole sat lazily on the sofa.
• "Mr. Cole, how was the woman last night?" Someone asked with a sly grin.
• Cole remained silent.
• Another voice chimed in, "Yeah, you have been abstinent for so many years. That woman must be something special to catch your eye."
• Cole frowned but didn't comment further. Indeed, the woman from last night was different.
• He had actually felt something for her.
• "Mr. Cole, we've arranged a dinner for you. Shall we head out tonight?"
• After the evening drinks, Cole was slightly tipsy and decided to return to the hotel room from the previous night.
• When he got back, a smirk tugged at his lips. What kind of trouble had those people stirred up this time?
• Anne had regained consciousness. She reached up to rub her aching neck.
• Looking around, she realized she was back where she had started.
• This was the hotel she had left that morning. Who was playing this prank on her?
• With a sudden noise, the bathroom door opened.
• Anne's eyes widened in terror as she saw the tall man emerge, a towel wrapped around his waist, his chest muscles on full display. This time, he was drying his hair with a towel.
• "Y-you," she stammered nervously.
• Their eyes met. Anne felt her hands shaking.
• Is this man a devil? Is he playing some cat-and-mouse game with me? This was insane!
• In fact, she voiced her thoughts aloud.
• "What did you say?" Cole frowned.
• He returned to the hotel, only to find Anne knocked out and brought back by those people.
• Apparently, they thought using Anne would please him.
• Cole stepped closer.
• Anne's eyes were filled with panic, and she asked, "What do you want?"
• At this moment, the man seemed like a wild beast, suddenly appearing in the peaceful human world. He resembled an undeniable danger.
• In a flash, his tall figure loomed over her.
• "What do you think I'm going to do?"
• Cole casually lit a cigarette.
• The purple lace peeking from Anne's neckline and the tantalizing glimpse of her curves triggered a rare excitement within him—one he hadn't felt in five years.
• "Let go of me! Or I'll scream!" Anne's voice was hoarse with fear.
• She had never dealt with someone like Cole before, but it was clear enough how ruthless such a powerful man could be.
• He couldn't torment her like that. She had a son to think about!
• Cole's expression was indifferent as he looked at Anne, like she was a troublesome cat.
• There was no denying that the man was strikingly handsome—tall and well-built, with stern, sharp features on his face. He was characterized by his long brows, deep-set eyes, high nose, and thin lips. His wet black hair was still dripping, reflecting in his sharp, bright eyes, making him look both profound and devilishly attractive.
• "Do you know who I am?"
• Seriously, dude, you're not a cash note. Why should I know who you are? Anne thought desperately.
• "Haven't we met before?" Cole asked again.
• This was absurd. Anne glared at him, double-checking, then said seriously, "Sir, except for our meeting yesterday, I've never seen you before!"
• Cole's expression darkened. Maybe he was overthinking it. How could she possibly be the woman from five years ago?