Annabelle Grant went bar-hopping with her best friend to drown her sorrows, only to accidentally sleep with Sebastian Mercer—the most sought-after golden bachelor in City A.
"You slept with me, so you have to take responsibility. Marry me."
Facing the man who kept hounding her for commitment, Annabelle Grant finally couldn't hold back:
"Sebastian Mercer, why on earth won't you leave me alone?"
Sebastian Mercer chuckled softly, his gaze burning: "Because sleeping with you is addictive."
"Give me one reason to marry you!" Annabelle Grant exclaimed in exasperation.
Sebastian Mercer closed in step by step, his eyes deep and intense: "Because I want you to be my lawful bed partner—to openly pamper you for a lifetime."
"Sebastian Mercer, you're shameless!" Annabelle Grant struggled angrily, yet his embrace remained warm and unyielding.
"You certainly enjoyed it last night," he murmured, tender yet domineering.
As it turned out, he had orchestrated this "hunting scheme" years ago—calculating every move until she willingly fell into his web of love.
In public, he was a cold, abstinent domineering CEO;
In private, he was the devoted man who had loved her for years—spoiling her rotten.
One day, Annabelle Grant hugged her pillow and muttered: "I'm sleeping in the study tonight!"
"Sure," Sebastian Mercer replied with unruffled ease. "Don't forget to bring my pillow."
Annabelle Grant instantly broke down, tears streaming down her face. Faced with this devoted yet shameless man—could she ever escape?
