Chapter 49 A Night of Indulgence

At midnight, Elena slowly opened her eyes. The room was dimly lit with a faint light at the bedside, revealing an excessively handsome face in her sight.

In his sleep, his handsome face did not possess the dominance and arrogance he displayed during the day, and his sword-like eyebrows were not as fierce. On his smooth face, his facial features were deep and handsome, and his thin red lips slightly curved, exuding a noble and alluring yet lazy temperament.

His thick, long, and curled eyelashes cast a heavy shadow over his eyes.

In truth, the most terrifying aspect of this man was his eyes, as if with just one glance, he could see through everything.

Whenever he closed his eyes, there was no longer that dangerous aura about him.

At this moment, he resembled a cheetah with its fangs removed, sleeping peacefully and breathing evenly...

Even in his sleep, his large hand possessively encircled her, holding her tightly...

Elena tried to push his arm away, struggling to free herself, only to be immediately pulled back into his embrace.

Unable to do anything about it, Elena quietly wriggled out of his grasp like an eel, put on her nightgown, and sneaked into the kitchen.

While brewing medicine during the day, she had intentionally prepared an extra cup and sealed it in the refrigerator.

After all, this young master would never bother to search through the refrigerator.

It was late at night, and all the servants inside the villa were already asleep. Only a dim orange wall lamp was lit in the kitchen.

Elena heated the medicinal soup on the induction stove for a few minutes. When she took it out, steam was rising from the bowl.

She smiled knowingly and was about to drink it.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and heartlessly took the bowl away.

With a crisp sound, the bowl shattered into pieces on the floor, mixing porcelain shards with the brown medicinal juice that spilled everywhere.

Elena widened her eyes in shock, looking at Hassan who appeared behind her without her noticing.

At this moment, he was only wearing a gray robe, emitting a terrifying anger.

"You...you're awake?"

Elena tried to ease the tense and oppressive atmosphere with a smile, but the smile that forced its way out was sure to be uglier than crying because her whole body was trembling. She knew very well what terrible consequences would follow if she angered this lion.

Sure enough, Hassan grabbed her collar, pressing her against the kitchen counter, his voice icy with anger.

"Well, you've got some nerve, secretly drinking behind my back!"

"No, it's not like that! Let go, you're hurting me..."

"You better tell me the truth, what kind of medicine is this?" Hassan's anger was hard to calm down; he despised disobedience and betrayal the most.

"Let go of me, release me, and I'll tell you..."

Hassan narrowed his gaze, slightly loosening his grip, "Speak up!" His attitude remained hostile.

Elena lowered her head and whispered, "It's birth control medicine!"

She didn't dare go to the pharmacy openly to buy birth control pills.

And this medicine hardly had any harmful effects on the body, and even more importantly, most people didn't know that this prescription was for birth control.

After Elena finished speaking, she raised her innocent eyes, looking at Hassan.

"You dare to take birth control pills?"

Hassan became even more furious. This woman actually refused to have his child. She should know that in this world, anyone would want to bear his child...

There are countless women in the world.

But this little woman in front of me, dare to despise him!!

"Am I incapable of raising a child?"

His voice roared like thunder, almost deafening Elena's ears.

This man is not easy to deal with!

"I didn't mean that! Between us... it's just a business relationship. If we have a child, it'll be troublesome for both of us. It's not fair for the child without the crystallization of love..."

"What did you say?" Hassan's grip tightened, leaving Elena gasping for air.

"No love!!!"

Hassan shouted angrily. How dare this damn woman say there's no love between them? If there was no love, would he let her live in his mansion? Would he give her the amethyst that symbolizes royalty? Would he risk his life to save her multiple times...?

And yet, she shamelessly refuses to have his child and claims there's no love!

"Elena! Dare you say you haven't fallen in love with me?"

"...Is it meaningful to discuss this now?"

"Enough with the nonsense, tell me, do you or do you not?"

His large hand tightened further, her face turning bright red, making it hard for her to breathe.

And he's still loudly interrogating her about whether she loves him or not.

Has he lost his mind?

"Let, let go, I'm going to die..."

Seeing Elena's eyes rolling back, Hassan quickly retracted his hand, and Elena slumped onto the floor.

Being with him is a constant danger to her life. That's Elena's latest realization.

"Tell me, do you love me?"

Hassan urgently asked.

Elena looked at him with a sympathetic gaze. This man truly has no brain! If she really loved him, would there be a need for him to interrogate her like this?

"Hassan... I'm sorry, I haven't fallen in love with you!" Elena calmly stated.

"No!! Damned foolish woman, you're lying!"

Hassan exploded in rage, and Elena almost lost consciousness. Is there such a narcissistic man? One moment he interrogates her using extreme means to force her to reveal her feelings, and the next moment he angrily accuses her of lying.

Elena simply closed her eyes and remained silent. In the end, he has the final say.

Suddenly, his lips descended upon her, kissing her tender petals, heavy breath brushing against her face, and she weakly tried to resist.

His kiss carried a teasing taste, lightly grazing her earlobe before slowly descending.

The silent night was enveloped in an ambiguous color.

In the kitchen, he pressed her against the wall, repeatedly subjecting her to cruel kisses, igniting her passionate desire, and she moaned softly.

Her pajamas were lifted, revealing her neck, and on her snowy-white skin, he left a trail of lingering kisses.

Her consciousness gradually drifted away as she sank into pure pleasure.

Suddenly, his actions came to a halt. He wickedly whispered in her ear, his voice filled with ambiguity, "Tell me, do you love me?"

Elena was taken aback. How childish this man was! He actually used his carnal desires to force her to say that she loved him!

In that brief moment of shock, he began teasing her again, pleasantly electrifying her heart, only to stop right before reaching the climax. Elena felt extremely uncomfortable, damn bastard!

He kissed her lips and repeatedly asked, "Elena, do you love me?"

After he finished speaking, he resumed his intense teasing. Elena's consciousness gradually blurred, and she couldn't bear it as she raised her pink face and murmured a few words, "I... love..."

But as she closed her eyes, William's face appeared in her mind.

The woman Hassan desired would inevitably fall in love with him.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight fell on Elena's face as she slowly opened her eyes. The bed beside her was empty, and Hassan's figure was nowhere to be seen.

The passionate scene from last night repeated in her mind...

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and after a while, Hassan walked out wrapped in a towel.

His strong and powerful body, with thin water droplets clinging to it, looked incredibly sexy. It wasn't bad to have such an attractive man early in the morning.

Elena squinted her eyes and lazily lay in bed, watching Hassan enter the dressing room and emerge shortly after, looking immaculate. Dressed in a black Italian tailored suit, it accentuated his slender and wild physique.

His glossy black short hair was neatly styled, except for a rebellious lock at the forehead, which added a touch of unruliness to his face. He walked up to her with long steps and lowered his head to kiss her lips. The refreshing and romantic scent of French cologne penetrated her nostrils and smelled great.

Their kiss left her in a hazy state of consciousness, panting softly. He then released her with a mischievous smile.

"Get up and help me tie my tie!" Elena complained, asking why it wasn't Noura or Nabil who helped him with his tie. "From now on, you'll be responsible for everything!" he commanded dominantly.

Elena reluctantly got up, standing barefoot in front of him, feeling significantly shorter. When lying in bed, she couldn't perceive the height difference between them. Now, facing each other, Elena felt that he was towering over her. It was Elena's first time tying a tie, and she obviously wasn't very skilled.

Hassan was an extremely picky guy. She glanced at herself in the mirror and immediately started over, "No, it's not good. Let's start again."

Elena wanted to complain. "I'm not your servant, why such meticulous service?" After trying six or seven times, Hassan still wasn't satisfied. Elena was about to collapse.

She began to hate the bastard who designed ties. Why did they create such a thing to torment her?!

"Master, time is running out!" Nabil reminded him.

"Hmm, fine!" Only then did Hassan let Elena off the hook, but he still seemed somewhat dissatisfied as he faced the mirror.

"Sir, today is the day Nick plays golf. You should wear a golf uniform instead of a suit," Nabil reminded.

Hassan turned his face and gave Nabil a fierce glare with his dark eyes. "Why didn't you say that earlier?"

"I'm sorry, I overlooked it," Nabil sweated, thinking that since the master was engaged in passionate activities in the kitchen late at night, he assumed they would cancel today... Anyway, as long as the master is with Miss Walker, they can do all sorts of crazy things.

"Well, I won't change then, let's go like this..."

Leaving a shocked Nabil behind, Hassan proudly raised his eyebrows and strode out.

This tie was tied by Elena, although it's a bit ugly, but... why does it feel so good?