When the maids at Tucker Manor woke up at dawn, Nelson had already sent Sabrina to the hospital.

In deep sleep, she finally came around at noon. She saw Abigail and Shannon staying by her side.

Shannon asked in concern, "Brina, do you feel unwell?"

Sabrina shook her head, feeling embarrassed for getting warded over intense sex. She said, "Shannon, I'm feeling hungry."

"Okay." Shannon hurried away to get her some food. 

Abigail quickly leaned in and asked, "What went wrong? Were you having sex or tortured?"

Sabrina lowered her gaze and thought of how Nelson had bitten her on the neck last night. She mumbled to herself, "Oh, Sabrina, you're the most shameless woman in the world. Sleeping with him is no different than being tortured."

"How could you still joke at this time?" Abigail felt sorry for Sabrina, whose body was filled with hickeys from Nelson's rough behavior last night.

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"Brina!" Shannon yelled in shock, knowing that Sabrina had nothing to do with the spiked drink. 

With a smile, Sabrina comforted her, "You shouldn't get worked up for your health. Why don't you head back into your room with Jackson? Leave this to Nelson and me, okay?"

Finally, Sabrina and Nelson were the only ones left in the living room. He regressed to staring at her with the familiar look of distaste and indifference.

"On one hand, you callously suggested a divorce and enforced boundaries. Then, when I lowered my guard, you made someone spike my drink. You're a cunning bitch," He sneered at her.

Never in his life had he fallen victim to a woman's tricks. He had to give it to her.

Sitting on the couch, she looked up at him but refused to speak up for herself. She had given up on trying ever since he treated her with increased aggression after she begged him to stop on that night.


The cold edge in Nelson's tone contrasted with his warm breath that tickled Sabrina's neck. She shuddered.

He fumbled awkwardly with her hair, clearly unused to the task. She was distracted by the heat from his chest, nearly pressing against her back.

With a sigh, she removed her gloves, sticky with glutinous rice. "I'll do it myself."

He glanced away from her flushed neck. "Why? Are you not used to being treated nicely?"

She stared at him in the eye. "Not really. Just don't cross your boundary next time."

She had given up on him. Hence, she'd never flirt with him or cross a line.

Frustration welled up in him. He fell silent but couldn't look away from her.

Meanwhile, she was busy placing the glutinous rice into glass jars. The fragments of light that illuminated her face heightened her beauty.

"Sabrina, I'll help you. I want to learn." Gerald poked his head into the kitchen.

"Sure." 

Nelson walked away, but he could still hear them chatting away. She instructed Gerald to press down on the glutinous rice in the jars, poke a hole in the lids, and place them on the shelves for fermentation.

She even remarked to Gerald that the batch of tangerine wine produced at this time would taste best by the next New Year.

Justin noticed Nelson looking distracted when Nelson got back to the hall. However, he did not pity his friend at all. "Cool. Are you going to watch Gerald and your wife get cozy?"

"They're making tangerine wine."

"Ooh! I'll tell Sabrina to keep two bottles of wine for me. One is simply not enough!" Hearing that, Ronaldo immediately ran to the kitchen. 

Justin yelled at him from behind, "Two boxes of tangerine candies for me!"

Nelson sipped on his wine bitterly. He had thought Sabrina was making tangerine cake, but it turned out she was making alcoholic tangerine candies.

In the past, she'd always place some homemade food in his luggage when he came home for New Year, but he'd never bring them abroad or taste them.

Little did he know that the homemade food he dismissed was in high demand.

…

The party at the Tucker manor was a blast, as the nicely dressed guests shuffled around, exchanging toast.

The party ended up becoming Nelson's welcome home party due to Sabrina's deliberate absence throughout the night.

Nelson had had a lot to drink. He returned to the main house at 10:30 pm. Taking off his tie, he lazed on the couch. A plate of alcoholic tangerine candies rested on the table, looking delectable.

He tasted a piece of the candy. It was chewy and fragrant, sweet, yet not overpowering.

He finally discovered her cooking skills. If Pamela hadn't shown up in his life, he wouldn't have shown such aversion toward Sabrina. 

Such was life. The timing of one's presence was important, and Sabrina showed up late.

He put aside the candies and retired to his room. He heard a knock on the door after taking a shower. Bridget Mitchell, the maid, stood at the door with a glass of honey water. 

Bridget said, "Ms. Wyatt prepared a drink for you because you had too much to drink. It'll help with the hangover tomorrow."

Surprised, he asked, "Is she still up?"

"Yes. Would you like to take the drink?"

Staring at the glass of honey water for a while, he finally accepted it. He wouldn't want to turn down her kindness, not when they had agreed on a divorce.

…

Sabrina was roused from her sleep by the knock on her door. Waking up, she got out of bed and found Bridget outside her room. "What's the matter?"

"Mr. Tucker is looking for you."

Sabrina's eyelids were heavy from sleepiness. "Why is he looking for me at this hour?"

"I think he must have something important to discuss."

Although Sabrina looked fine in her sleepwear, she still draped a shawl across her shoulders just to be safe.

She went to the third floor, but she was puzzled to find Nelson's door shut. She thought, "Isn't he looking for me?"

She gently knocked on the door, but no one answered. Refusing to accidentally walk in on Nelson like last time, she knocked once more. "Nelson, are you in there?"

Nelson finally answered the door with a crazed, piercing look in his eyes. 

Sabrina sensed that something was amiss, but she was dragged into his room before she could escape.

When the maids at Tucker Manor woke up at dawn, Nelson had already sent Sabrina to the hospital.

In deep sleep, she finally came around at noon. She saw Abigail and Shannon staying by her side.

Shannon asked in concern, "Brina, do you feel unwell?"

Sabrina shook her head, feeling embarrassed for getting warded over intense sex. She said, "Shannon, I'm feeling hungry."

"Okay." Shannon hurried away to get her some food. 

Abigail quickly leaned in and asked, "What went wrong? Were you having sex or tortured?"

Sabrina lowered her gaze and thought of how Nelson had bitten her on the neck last night. She mumbled to herself, "Oh, Sabrina, you're the most shameless woman in the world. Sleeping with him is no different than being tortured."

"How could you still joke at this time?" Abigail felt sorry for Sabrina, whose body was filled with hickeys from Nelson's rough behavior last night.

Sighing, Sabrina joked, "I guess it's my retribution for forcing him into a marriage."

"He should've

Chapter 15