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    Suddenly, Angelia thought of something and stepped back, saying seriously, “Jerome, are you afraid?”


    Jerome didn’t bother with her nonsense and kissed her lips one by one, hooking her chin.


    The car stopped in front of the nearest hotel.


    Angelia immediately leaned on the window, curious, “Jerome, are we going to sleep together?”


    Jerome sighed helplessly, feeling more affectionate.


    “Focus a little,” he said.


    “Oh, then you can only love me from now on, okay?” Angelia asked.


    Jerome looked at her deeply.


    He didn’t make promises easily, but once he did, he would do his best to keep them.


    Seeing her charming appearance, he responded, “Hmm.”


    The bodyguard opened the car door.


    He got out first, then stepped on the ground.


    Angelia got out on her own, stumbling.


    Jerome picked her up.


    The bodyguard was shocked.


    It was the first time he had seen Jerome treat a girl with such affection, no, it was the first time he had seen Jerome get so close to a girl…Angelia didn’t struggle, she leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.


    Her breath fell on his neck.


    Jerome looked at her and put Angelia on the bed, but she still had her eyes closed.


    “Angelia, Angelia,” Jerome called softly.


    She didn’t respond, as if she had fallen asleep.


    He didn’t force her and covered her with a blanket.


    But the heat inside him didn’t dissipate, it was still tight.


    He went to the bathroom, turned on the cold water, and stood under the faucet.


    Angelia couldn’t sleep soundly and opened her eyes, looking towards the bathroom.


    She walked unsteadily towards the door and pushed it open.


    Jerome was naked, with strong reminders and powerful muscle lines.


    He had been tossed by her all night and almost couldn’t sleep.


    He didn’t expect that she was still a virgin.


    He gave her the first time, which was good.


    Jerome smiled indulgently, propping up his chin and looking at her sleeping face.


    She was cute, like a little pig, tired and not moving.


    Her phone rang.


    He was afraid of waking her up, so he took out her phone and saw that the caller ID was labeled “Husband”.


    His heart tightened and his brow furrowed.


    He answered suspiciously, “Who are you, and who are you looking for?”


    “I’m Neville Johnson, and who are you? Is this Angelia’s phone number?” Neville was confused.”Are you Angelia’s boyfriend?” Jerome was shocked, he didn’t know she had a boyfriend.


    “Yes, we’ve been together for five years and we’re getting married soon. Who are you?” Neville was getting impatient.
    Jerome hung up the phone, his chest heaving, and looked at Angelia with a stern gaze.


    She was about to get married and had invited him to the hotel, what did she take him for, a friend or a pre-marital fling?


    As proud as he was, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he disdained to date a woman who already had a boyfriend.
    He quickly got dressed and left in a hurry.


    “Mr. Taylor.” The two bodyguards waiting at the door respectfully bowed their heads and called out.


    “Erase all my information.” Jerome commanded coldly, glanced at the door, and left angrily.


    Angelia slept until she woke up naturally, her whole body aching as if she had fallen apart.


    She sat up, scratched her head, opened her eyes, and saw her clothes scattered on the floor, several used condoms in the trash can, and had a bad feeling.


    Looking at herself in the bed, she wasn’t wearing any clothes.


    She widened her eyes in shock, as if a lightning bolt had struck her brain.


    She remembered getting off the bus and being injected with something by a bald man, but she couldn’t remember anything else, so… was she raped?


    She rushed into the bathroom and took a long shower, becoming more and more angry. Who could it be?


    She went to the front desk, “I’m a guest in room 803, I want to know the registration information of the guests in the room.”The receptionist looked strangely at Angelia and checked her computer. “There is only one guest information for room 803, and it belongs to someone named Angelia,” she said.

    “What about the surveillance?” Angelia asked.

    “I’m sorry, ma’am. Our surveillance has been down since yesterday,” the receptionist replied.

    “What?” Angelia started to panic.

    Without any information from The Golden Spoon, she couldn’t be sure who had attacked her. And with no surveillance footage, she couldn’t identify the culprit. But she remembered the used contraceptive in the trash can, which could contain the DNA of the perpetrator.

    She immediately went back to her room, but there was nothing in the trash can. Angelia sat on the bed feeling hopeless. Even if she reported to the police now, they wouldn’t be able to catch the attacker.

    Her phone rang, and she saw that it was Neville’s. Feeling guilty and frustrated, she answered the call with red eyes.

    “Angelia, where are you now?” Neville asked anxiously.

    “Neville, I need to talk to you about something,” Angelia paused.

    “Just come back first, my parents are already at your house,” Neville said impatiently, not giving Angelia a chance to speak, and hung up.

    Angelia went back to her house, and as soon as she entered, Lillian Green spoke sarcastically, “Sister, you finally came back. Uncle and Auntie have been waiting for you for a long time.”

    Angelia politely greeted them, “Uncle, Auntie.”

    “I was just saying, Angelia, where did you go yesterday? You didn’t come back all night, and we were all worried sick,” Lillian’s mother intentionally said.

    “I went to get my graduation certificate and attended a class reunion yesterday,” Angelia explained.

    Lillian gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with jealousy and disgust.She directly pulled open Angelia’s collar and shouted, “Sis, why are there red marks all over your body, like hickeys?”

    Angelia was shocked by Lillian’s behavior and tried to button up, but Lillian pulled it open even more.

    Neville’s mother saw this and got angry, “Angelia’s father, how do you discipline your daughter? She’s about to marry Neville and yet she’s doing such vulgar things. This wedding is off.”

    “Angelia, what’s going on here?” Angelia’s father asked angrily.

    Angelia held onto her collar, lowered her head, and trembled with her eyelashes, unable to speak. She whispered, “I… raped someone last night.”

    “What!” Angelia’s father stared at her incredulously.

    Neville’s mother sneered, “Is it really rape, or did you just stoop so low that someone had to rape you?”

    Angelia couldn’t say anything and looked at Neville.

    Neville turned his head and didn’t look at her.

    “You go upstairs first,” Angelia’s father ordered.

    Angelia looked around at the disdainful looks from everyone and thought it was better to avoid them for a while. She went back to her room and thought more and more that something was wrong.

    Her clothes were fine, so why did Lillian suddenly pull open her collar?

    The only explanation was that Lillian knew everything.

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