My Versatile Wife

Chapter 1---Caught in the Act

"Honey, do you have Durex medium ribbed?"

"Yes, we do."

"Add a vibrating massager and a black kitten-themed lingerie set."

"No problem. Your address?"

"Room 2202, Furara Hotel."

"Got it."

...

Aurora arrived at Furara Hotel precisely at 11 p.m.

For someone running a business in intimate lifestyle products, delivering orders personally at this hour was no longer safe.

Especially for a young, beautiful woman like her.

But she had no choice—life wasn't easy, and food, clothing, housing, and transportation all cost money. Besides, Henry Thompson would be back in a few days.

Six years of dating, mostly long-distance. He managed international and domestic businesses, so naturally, she couldn't hold him back.

Thankfully, their relationship had been solid these past years. Besides her regular job, she ran a small side business. She was certain she could surprise him for his birthday.

Thinking of this, Aurora's lips curled into a quiet smile.

She pulled her black cap lower over her face and walked inside, cradling the delivery box.

Furara Hotel—Truckwood's famous den of luxury and indulgence.

Those who came here were typically either wealthy or powerful.

The lobby was opulent—no need to elaborate. Even the elevators were gold-plated, and under the lighting, one felt surrounded by dazzling brilliance, almost humbled by the extravagance.

Yet Aurora simply held her box, eyes straight ahead.

Her delicate face was mostly covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of calm, emotionless eyes that subtly exuded coolness and pride.

The elevator dinged on the 22nd floor. She stepped out and quickly found Room 2202, ringing the doorbell.

Before the door opened, moans of urgent, intimate passion drifted from inside.

"Henry… ah… wait, sounds like the delivery's here."

"Wait, I'll get it."

Aurora stood at the door, unable to suppress a slight twitch of her lips.

The delivery hasn't even arrived, and they're already at it?

How impatient.

The door opened quickly. A man in a bathrobe, still damp from the shower, stood before her.

Aurora didn't look at him. She handed over the box. "843 dollars. Cash or ApplePay?"

The man didn't move.

Two seconds passed. A tentative voice emerged: "…Arie?"

Aurora froze, lifting her gaze.

The man in the doorway was tall, his short hair still wet, clad only in a white bathrobe. Under the warm yellow light, his handsome, pale face showed shock, disbelief, and… a flicker of panic.

Aurora's expression instantly turned icy.

"Henry, who is it?"

"No one. Just the delivery."

Henry Thompson cut in before Aurora could speak, hastily pulling a wad of cash from his wallet and shoving it into her hand, snatching the box in the process.

The door slammed shut.

Aurora stood there, fingers trembling slightly, face deathly pale.

After a moment, she let out a cold laugh.

Staring at the stack of cash in her hand, she felt as if she were staring at a colossal joke—mocking her ignorance and foolishness.

Inside, the sounds of passion resumed. She took a deep breath, forcing back the sting in her eyes.

Then she turned, pulling out her phone as she walked toward the elevator.

"Hello, Municipal Public Security Bureau? I'd like to report drug use and p**********n at Furara Hotel. The room number is…"

Twenty minutes later.

A police car pulled up in front of Furara Hotel, followed by several media crews with long-lens cameras.

People were led out in handcuffs. Reporters swarmed forward.

"Mr. Thompson, you've been reported for drug use and p**********n at this hotel. Is it true?"

"Mr. Thompson, as heir to the Thompson Group, do you think this behavior is appropriate?"

"Mr. Thompson, who is the woman with you? Rumors say she's a top female celebrity in the entertainment industry. Is that true?"

"Mr. Thompson…"

Henry was completely surrounded by reporters. Even the police couldn't hold them back.

Finally, he snapped, roaring, "Get lost!"

The reporters flinched and backed off slightly.

Henry glared through the crowd at Aurora, his eyes dark with venom and fury.

"Is this what you wanted?"

Aurora's lips curled into a cold smirk, her eyes flashing with mockery.

"If you think this will make me want you, you're dead wrong."

Suddenly, she stepped forward, raising her hand under the gaze of police and media—

*Slap!*

A hard slap sent Henry's head snapping sideways.

Silence fell instantly.

An officer opened his mouth. "Miss…"

"Sorry. My hand slipped. Couldn't help it."

She gave a light smile, rubbing her wrist, her voice icy as she stared at the furious Henry.

"Trash that's fallen into a latrine—did you really think I'd still want it? That slap was just interest. The principal? I want it all back within three days."

A flicker of panic crossed Henry's eyes. "W-what principal?"

Aurora raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want me to remind you?"

Henry's face turned ashen.

She gave a cold, mocking smile, full of scorn and disdain.

Seeing they had nothing more to say, the officer waved a hand and had them taken away.

Once the people were gone, the reporters had no reason to stay and quickly dispersed.

The once-crowded hotel entrance suddenly emptied.

Aurora stood still for a moment, waiting until her breathing steadied before turning to leave.

But as she turned, she met a pair of deep, probing eyes.

A young man in a dark suit stood tall and straight, his sharp short hair framing eyes as deep as a starry sea—impossible to read.

His handsome features, shadowed by night, radiated a refined elegance, utterly out of place amid the neon and glitter around him.

Aurora felt a flicker in her chest.

She subconsciously thought he looked familiar.

But when her gaze shifted to the cautious secretary behind him, and then to the silver Porsche beside them, she decided she probably didn't know such a conspicuous figure.

She didn't dwell on it and turned to leave.

Only after the petite figure vanished into the traffic did Timothy Hart finally look away. He asked quietly, "Who was that just now?"

Owen, standing behind him, quickly replied, "You mean the one the police took away? Seems to be the young master of the Thompson Group. Just returned from abroad a few days ago."

Timothy frowned slightly. "I meant the woman."

"Ah?" Owen was confused. "Which woman?"

Noticing Timothy's expression darken, Owen instantly realized. "Sorry, sir. I'll look into it right away…"

"Never mind."

Timothy cut him off, pausing in thought. Then, as if remembering something, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. He looked once more in the direction the girl had gone, a faint smile playing on his lips.

A moment later, he stepped forward and walked inside.

...

As the reporting party, Aurora also came to the police station.

Just as she finished her statement, a noisy group burst in.

At the front was Lucy Wright, the matriarch of the Wright family. She stormed in and immediately slapped Aurora across the face.

Aurora frowned. A metallic, bloody taste spread in her mouth. She looked up coldly at the group standing opposite.

"You wicked child!"

Lucy trembled with rage. "You knew that was your sister, yet you still called the police? Are you trying to kill me?"

Aurora wiped the blood from her lip, meeting the old woman's gaze with mockery.

"Sister? You mean Emily Wright?"

"How dare you play dumb? The news is everywhere—saying the second Miss Wright seduced another woman's fiancé. As the one who started it, how could you not know?"

Aurora lowered her eyes, softly laughing.

"So that woman was her? I thought some stray hen was rushing to open business. Turns out she's my own sister?"