Both of them were covered in cold sweat. Looking at her body, it was covered in various marks - blue, black, purple, and red. These seemed to bear witness to everything that happened last night.
How could she be on his bed?
He had always had exceptional self-control, and for the past five years, he had never been close to any woman.
Regarding the memories of last night, there are not many retained. No matter how carefully he tries to recall, all memories only linger on a glass of cocktail. After he drank that glass of alcohol, the memories abruptly ceased.
He even suspected if she had tampered with that glass of wine.
But... not to that extent.
Joseph slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard, catching a glimpse of the phone lying under the bed.
He furrowed his brows slightly,
