Mid - night, reveling in the bar—suddenly, my husband had it shut down! Chapter 2

One of my girlfriends tried to convince me: "Mia, maybe you should head home. It wouldn't be good if your husband gets upset."

"No way! We have no real feelings, it's just a business arrangement. Why would he care about me? Besides, isn't it better if we each do our own thing?"

As I spoke, I called out to the male model across from me: "Pour me another drink, let's keep going!"

Just then, the bar owner came in looking nervous. He told the model: "Mr. Fu is here. You all need to leave, quickly."

Next thing I knew, Ethan walked in. His face was expressionless as he scanned the room, his gaze finally landing on me.

Seeing Ethan sobered me up instantly. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

Before he could answer, my girlfriends all grabbed their purses and abandoned me, leaving just the two of us in the VIP room.

He came and sat down next to me, gazing at me tenderly.

I have to say, he was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. As our eyes met, I felt my heart start to race in a way I'd never experienced before.

The next moment, he took my hand and placed it on his abs, saying pitifully: "I may not have dated before, but I can learn whatever you want."

Hmm? I couldn't detect any hint of lying in his eyes.

But I just didn't believe him. Wasn't he supposed to be a notorious playboy? How could he have never dated anyone?

My hand was forced to roam over his abs. My fingertips felt electrified by the contact, sending tingles through my entire body.

My face flushed hot as I quickly pulled my hand away. "It's late, we should head home," I said.

The corners of his mouth turned up as he obediently replied: "Okay, wifey."

This was my first time being alone with a man while sober. I couldn't help feeling nervous.

I grabbed my most conservative pajamas and went into the bathroom.

When I came out, he had already showered and was lying on the bed waiting for me.

In the soft light, his chiseled features, damp hair, and long lean body made me swallow hard.

I'd seen plenty of male models at the clubs before, but none of their looks or physiques compared to Ethan's. How could I not be attracted?

"Come to bed, wifey," he said softly, patting the space next to him and winking at me.

I often went out partying with my girlfriends and had seen lots of men, but I'd never actually shared a bed with a stranger before.

Now that I was about to lie down next to him, I suddenly felt very nervous.

Seeing him gazing at me so tenderly, I wondered if he was planning to do that with me.

At the thought, my face turned bright red. I quickly said, "Um, I'm on my period, so don't get any ideas."

He burst out laughing: "Wifey, what are you thinking? Even if you weren't on your period, I wouldn't force you if you didn't want to. Come on, let's just sleep."

For some reason, I believed him and climbed into bed.

The next second, his strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against him.

The more I tried to wriggle free, the tighter he held me.

"Stop squirming. I just want to hold you while we sleep. If you keep moving around, I can't guarantee what might happen next," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.