Chapter 9

　　To be fair to her, that old lady’s pretty and she’s got that milfy vibe. If I was in that young man’s shoes, I wouldn’t drug her, instead I’d milk her dry! 　　Oh, my poor eyes. Too early for this, please retract the photos. 　　Such a waste of space, that old bimbo should explode on the spot. 　　Why is this trashy old b-movie star in the news? Just yeet her into a coffin and bury her already. 　　I used to like her dramas very much. It’s a pity to know what she’s come to! 　　Bitch, go to hell. 　　Please remove the blur and let us see for ourselves. To serve as a warning to young girls not to undergo too much plastic surgery. 　　Looking at these comments, Antoinette couldn't help but smile. 　　In her alternate timeline, that would have been her. People were going to pick her apart, even make up stories about her. After she’d been framed, a reporter took pictures of her as she was being taken away from the banquet and posted it on the Internet. 　　The bashers made sure she didn’t get any peace. Not only did they trash her on her own social media pages, someone had also doxxed her. She was stalked, taunted and some even tried to hurt her. 　　As a result, she didn't dare to check social media for a long time, or go out to see people. 　　Everyone hated her, including herself. 　　But now that she’d had time to think about it, she realized that she actually hadn’t done anything wrong other than be overly trusting. And maybe, being too impulsive. But then she didn’t have a mother that raised her, and though her childhood wasn’t really that bad, and she’d learned a lot of awesome things growing up, she never really had the chance to learn how to navigate through life and take care of herself. 　　Now, she can think of it as a learning experience. 　　Anyway, now she had a husband, and he had taken very good care of her despite knowing all about her. In a way, he has signed up for all this. 　　Antoinette put away her mobile phone, went to the bathroom and took a shower. After changing into pajamas, she cradled the pillow and walked to Steve's bedroom. 　　There was no one in the bedroom, so she gently climbed onto the bed, opened the comforter and went in. 　　Surrounded by the his scent, she took a deep breath as she lay in his bed. 　　Before she'd been given this second chance, she and Steve had been married for several years, and they’d only slept together once. When she closed her eyes, she couldn't help thinking, how did he managed to endure it all those years? 　　As if on cue, the door opened with a click. 　　Suddenly, she stiffened. 　　After showering, he went to the study to deal with something before coming to bed. 　　When he came back, he saw that the comforter was slightly raised, and her hair was peeking out from the top.. 　　He walked straight over and lifted the comforter. 　　She looked at him innocently, and yelled softly, "Husband." 　　He held his breath. 　　She was wearing a silk nightie. Her porcelain-white skin contrasted sharply with the dark bed sheets, just like a flower waiting to bloom. He felt the urge to ravage her then and there. 　　"What are you doing here?" 　　"I want to sleep with you tonight, can I?" 　　She was cautious, even with a flattering tone. 　　He flatly refused, "No." 　　She stood up. Furious, she demanded. "Why not? We’re husband and wife. It’s your duty to sleep with me! Ah--!" 　　Suddenly, he approached her, black eyes as deep as he wanted to suck her in. 　　"Are you sure you want me to do my duty?" 　　His tone was too cold. She trembled slightly, but she persisted. 　　"I’m here, aren’t I?" 　　She hugged his waist. 　　"I don't care, I'm going to sleep with you tonight. If you drive me away, that means you don't love me, and you want a divorce." 　　Steve Gu had a headache. 　　"Leave." 　　"Not a chance." 　　Antoinette Yun's arms were tightly wrapped around him, and though her arms were so thin, they seemed to very firm. 　　Steve's eyes darkened, and then he gave in. 　　"Fine, just let go of me." 　　Antoinette did. 　　The next second, he bent over, slung her on his shoulders, and walked to her bedroom. 　　She yelled with anger. 　　"Steve! Let me down! Let me down!" 　　"Enough!" 　　He set her down on her butt, and he wasn’t too gentle or too rough. He put put her on the bed, with just the right amount of pressure to make her feel even more aroused. 　　He then lifted the comforter to cover her. 　　When he was outside, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. 　　"Quit playing tricks on me, I won't be fooled," he called out to her from outside her room. 　　After lingering for a bit, he turned to leave. 　　But was she going to give up that easily? 　　As soon as he turned around, she grabbed him from behind and threw him on the bed. 　　The mattress sank deeply, and he gritted his teeth. 　　"Toni!" 　　She quickly sat on his waist and held him down. 　　"What are you going to do? Hit me?" 　　She was triumphant, not even noticing the flame in the man's eyes, and patted his face. 　　"Hey, when you are a husband, you have to act like one. You can’t just ignore my needs, while you’re free to do what you want with me. Don't worry, I will be very gentle--!" 　　Suddenly, Steve rolled over and pressed her under him, and kissed her lips passionately. 　　It was an extremely aggressive kiss. A storm was brewing, she was sure of it.