Chapter 4 I Left a Little Gift

• "Damien…" Roxana's eyes suddenly turned dazed as the effects of the drug kicked in. Her body burned torturously, causing her to arch her body unconsciously. She pawed at Damien's clothes, trying to tear them off him.
• "Roxana, remember this. It is you who started it." Damien growled into her ear.
• After saying that, he could not resist anymore. He pressed her into the bed and took over.
• He leaned down and kissed her red lips. At the same time, Roxana moved her small hands all over his back, further igniting his desires.
• Damien knew this was her first time. Thus, he made sure to be gentle.
• Soon, their moans grew in intensity.
• It was a long time before the room gradually quieted down again.
• The yacht gradually docked. A row of tall and sturdy men stood waiting on the shore. They were part of the numerous bodyguards the Jacquin family employed.
• All of them stood quietly with stern expressions. There was not even a whisper among them. They did not know what Mr. Jacquin was doing on the yacht and did not dare to disturb him.
• Thus, they had no choice but to keep standing there and listening to the waves crashing against the shore.
• At dawn, they finally saw a door on the yacht open gradually, revealing a gorgeous woman.
• She wore Mr. Jacquin's white shirt, which was long enough to cover her thighs. Her chestnut-colored hair fluttered in the breeze, giving her a laid-back charm.
• Her beauty was incomparable.
• The men stood stunned and watched her walk onto the shore and come closer to them.
• They instinctively held their breaths…
• "Later, tell your boss that I've left, and I left him a small gift. Tell him not to be too happy about it."
• Meanwhile, Damien lay still on the bed until the alarm on his phone woke him up.
• He opened his eyes. His expression darkened when he found Roxana missing. Then, he casually wrapped a towel around his waist and entered the washroom.
• However, Roxana was not there either. Instead, he found himself looking straight into a mirror at his own face.
• It turned out she had written a large 'jerk' on his face.
• What the heck! She initiated it last night.
• Fine. Since this is the case, I don't mind capturing her and making her pay.
• Damien narrowed his eyes and washed his face. Then, he put on his clothes and straightened himself before leaving the room.
• "Good morning, Mr. Jacquin." The row of burly men bowed and greeted reverently.
• "Where's the woman?" His voice was gruff but calm. Thus, his subordinates were confused for a moment.
• Is Mr. Jacquin happy or angry that the woman left?
• "Mr. Jacquin, she left at around five-thirty. She left a message before leaving…"
• Damien's eyes brightened, and his expression instantly returned to normal. "What did she say?"
• "She said she had left you a little gift, but you shouldn't be too happy about it."
• Damien's expression darkened immediately. The subordinate who answered him broke out in cold sweat.
• He could see that Damien was furious.
• "Fine," Damien muttered in a chilling tone.
• …
• Five years later, at an airport, two eye-catching and adorable children stood in the hall near the exit. Their cuteness melted the hearts of all who saw them.
• The boy wore a denim jacket, jeans, and a cool cowboy hat. He also had a pair of dark sunglasses, and they made him handsome and adorable.
• Beside him stood a girl with rosy cheeks. She wore a frilly dress befitting a princess and a flowery hat. Her blue eyes seemed to glimmer, and her beautiful golden locks draped over her shoulders.