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Inside the Blossom Club, a young man stared at the woman occupying the main seat, admiration evident in his eyes. He cautiously massaged her shoulders, not daring to go further.

"Miss Tucker, how is it? Is it comfortable?" he asked.

Miley Tucker, nestled against his chest, responded lazily, "Yes."

Seeing this, Gavin Rowe arched an eyebrow and remarked, "Harold's back, but you're still here having fun."

Miley disregarded his comment, her attention briefly on her phone.

The image on her phone displayed her husband, Harold Wheeler, intimately close to another woman, their gentle expression suggesting a secretive flirtation under the cover of the night.

The photo, skillfully taken by a reporter, captured their closeness in a way that was suggestive but not lewd.

Harold had returned, yet he chose not to inform her.

Instead, he had left her to discover it through such an unexpected gesture.

Miley set her phone down.

Lifting her gaze, she gracefully accepted grapes from the young toy boy with her delicate fingers.

With a casual tone, she said, "We have an open marriage, after all."

In Rolrith, it was common knowledge that she and Harold didn't bind each other. To the public, they were the ideal couple, but in reality, they rarely meddled in each other's personal affairs except when necessary.

Why would Harold mind her having fun in a nightclub?

Gavin remained silent.

Miley resolved to make the most of her evening.

She ordered a series of strong drinks and drank them swiftly.

Soon, she felt tipsy and headed to the restroom.

When she came out of the restroom, the young, attractive toy boy offered his hand, asking, "Miss Tucker, may I escort you to your room?"

His gaze faintly reminded her of someone from her past.

Caught off guard, Miley caressed his cheek and said with a smile, "Sure, make me happy. Then, you'll have your reward."

As she was about to leave with him, a tall figure blocked her way.

The toy boy was stunned. "Sir..."

Miley looked up with hazy eyes. Before she could discern the man's face, he grabbed her wrist and drew her close.

A deep and mellow voice sounded in her ears, which was very familiar.

"Inform your manager I'll be taking her." The man shot a glance at the toy boy and carried Miley away.

The man's grip on Miley's wrist was so firm that it left her skin slightly reddened. She staggered after him and soon found herself thrown into the passenger seat.

The discomfort jolted her to a clearer state of mind.

As she regained her senses, she noticed the man sliding into the driver's seat, the car's light illuminating his sharp face.

Harold was dressed as he was in the photo taken by the reporter, with the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a hint of his chest. His glasses framed his intense eyes, giving him a look of cold allure yet sophisticated charm.

He looked gentle and refined, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Miley bit her lip.

The next second, Harold lifted her effortlessly, placing her on his lap.

Miley's body was outlined by her tight dress, her buttocks pressed against his legs in an erotic manner.

She tried to get off his lap.

Yet, Harold's cool fingers tightened on her waist, firmly keeping her in place.

"You seem quite good at seeking pleasure." His voice was low and resonant.

Miley's heart skipped a beat.

Looking up, she saw her husband staring at her with an unreadable expression. He leaned closer and said in a low voice, "You'd go as far as to stay with a toy boy?"

Miley calmed herself down. "I have my needs. If my husband can't satisfy me, why shouldn't I look elsewhere?"

"You mean I didn't satisfy you?"

Harold slowly rolled up his sleeves and removed his suit jacket.

His eyes were burning with desire.

What he wanted to do was obvious.

As a matter of fact, it had been ages since they made love.