Mr Heartbreaker is Obsessed

Inside the presidential suite.

Two breaths intertwined, reaching a peak, and finally ending with two sighs of ultimate satisfaction.

Katherine lay with her eyes closed, her face mostly buried in the soft pillow.

Her breathing hadn't yet steadied when the large hand resting below her collarbone withdrew, brushing aside her hair.

Her slender neck was exposed to the air, and the man's warm, moist kisses landed, causing her body to tremble slightly.

The room's atmosphere quickly heated up again.

Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table vibrated with a buzzing sound.

The man paused, extending his long arm to grab the phone.

Katherine opened her eyes, still veiled with mist, unable to see clearly who was calling Vincent before the weight on her body suddenly lifted.

Vincent took the phone and headed towards the bathroom.

As the bathroom door closed, a gentle voice calling "Vincent" clearly reached Katherine's ears.

Instantly, the desire in Katherine's eyes vanished completely, replaced by the image of colleagues whispering, discussing rumors that "Mr. Murphy is getting engaged."

Her heart felt heavy and constricted, making each beat laborious.

She had been Vincent's secretary for five years and his secret lover for three.

Vincent rarely avoided her when taking calls.

She had never seen him halt their intimacy for an unanswered call.

Now, there was an exception.

It was clear that the girl on the phone held a special place in Vincent's heart.

And their absurd relationship...

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Katherine's eyes dimmed as she silently buried her unusual feelings.

She could be an unnamed mistress, but she would never destroy someone else's marriage or become the homewrecker she despised.

When Vincent emerged from the bathroom, he was wearing a bathrobe, water droplets still clinging to his hair.

Katherine, seated on the sofa, was already dressed, checking Vincent's upcoming schedule on her laptop.

Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, her collar slightly open, revealing a neck still tinged with pink and the suggestive marks partially hidden by her shirt collar.

Vincent's gaze lingered on those marks, his Adam's apple moving, as the desire he had just suppressed began to rise again.