The Fugitive Bride of a Billionaire

The night is deep, and the atmosphere in the room is ambiguous and compelling. Sofia wakes up drowsily, squinting to take in everything around her. Since the lights are off in the room, her vision is unclear, and everything she can see is just a silhouette. She tried to sit up, but her body felt weak and limp. Even stranger, her body was scorching, a strange kind of heat slightly uncomfortable, and she felt incredibly empty. Sofia raised her hand to rub her temple, trying to clear her thoughts, but the more she rubbed, the more confused her mind became. What's going on? Isn't she on a plane? How did she suddenly appear in a strange room? Is anyone here? "There is a." Her words had just fallen when someone replied, and the door was pushed open, with footsteps heading towards the large bed. Sofia was startled and turned to look. But the room was dim, and I couldn't see the person's face. How are you feeling? The man sat beside the bed, raised his hand to touch her face, and tested the temperature. His hands were icy cold, just right to alleviate the excessive heat on Sofia's face. She nodded and said, "I'm uncomfortable, so hot..." "Let me help you, huh?" Sofia thought his voice was very nice, the most magnetic among all the male voices she had ever heard. But why does it feel like She've seen this person before? "Good, I'll help you." The man lifts the quilt covering her, his palm freely gliding over her delicate contours. Sofia knows this is wrong, but she also feels very comfortable. She wants to stop, but she also wants him to continue. The man seems to know her thoughts, bends down, his thin lips gently touching her tender cherry lips, then he licks them, "Don't be shy, just say what you want, hold me." Hm.. No.. Sofia pushed him and turned her head to avoid the falling kiss. "Don't!" Suddenly, Sofia screamed, trying to close her legs to prevent him from touching her most private place. The man laughed sinisterly in her ear, "Relax a bit; you'll enjoy it!" No! Don't! Who are you? Sofia only truly realized the approach of danger at that moment, but it was too late. "I am... the one who f****d you!" The man drops a domineering remark, then pulls her legs apart with one hand and enters her body. His movements were too fierce, and the pain of being suddenly entered was unbearable. Sofia endured it desperately and finally couldn't help calling out: "Pain...um... don't..." She doesn't know why she is here, nor does she know who this man is. All she knows is that she had a ridiculous dream on her first day back. In the dream, she had an intimate encounter with a stranger. The following day, Sofia woke up from a dream; her first feeling was a splitting headache. She sat up, patting her head. The quilt slipped off her shoulders, and a chill ran through her chest. Last night's scenes played back in her mind like a movie, flashing one after another. Sofia was startled. Then, she found another person in the room, the man from last night. The man noticed she had woken up and slowly turned around in the morning light. Sofia looked up at him, but his face was still unclear due to the backlight. The man seemed to curve his lips slightly and walked over to bend down and get closer to her. At this moment, Sofia finally got a clear look at this person. But at that moment, she almost heard the sound of her blood flowing back, and her breathing was close to stagnation. The man frowned slightly, stared into her eyes for a while, and then whispered in his ear: "Miss, you look similar to my dead ex-wife..." Fear spread inch by inch in her heart; Sofia clutched her hands tightly, forcing herself to calm down: "This gentleman, you slept with me. If you don't want to pay me, you don't have to find such an excuse. " Later, she got out of bed without an expression, quickly dressed, and turned to leave. The man remained silent, his expression deep and mysterious: My dear wife, it's been long. Don't think about escaping my grasp again when you return to this city! In the taxi, Sofia breathed heavily, struggling to suppress her fear. She opened her phone, which showed 20+ missed calls. She dialed back, and the other party shouted, "Sofia, you don't want to live anymore, do you?"I've been waiting for you at the airport all night!! " "Clara..." Sofia called out just one name and found her voice hoarse. Clara, on the phone, also noticed something was off. She immediately composed herself and asked, "What's wrong? Where are you? " "I'm in the car..." Sofia spoke slowly, but fortunately, her thoughts were clear: "Clara, I'm going to your house now. Can you come back soon? " After ten years of being best friends, she did not say a word then; she knew the other person needed her. In Clara's house, Sofia and Clara are sitting face to face. "Sofia, what happened last night?" I ran into him. "He? Clara furrowed her brow, "Who is he? " "William..." Clara suddenly stood up, her eyes wide with disbelief and her face full of astonishment. "Last night, you guys..." She just saw the hickey on Sofia's neck, but she never would have thought that the person in question was William! Did he recognize you? Sofia shook her head, her seemingly calm expression mixed with concern, "I don't know if he recognized me, but he said I look a lot like his late wife." Clara snorted; it was the same person; it would be strange if they didn't look alike! "What are you going to do then? You're in the same city and will likely meet again. " Sofia bit her lip and whispered, "I don't know, just act as if nothing happened, as if I had a bad dream."