The night is cool like water, with half a moon hanging high in the sky.
It's three in the morning, and most people have already fallen asleep.
A voluptuous woman dressed in red silk pajamas cautiously opened a door.
Before the door was fully open, her body was pulled inside, crashing into an embrace, and a whiff of smoke and alcohol invaded her nostrils.
"Why do you drink so much again? You know I hate that smell." Amelia Williams pouted, lightly pounding Enzo Land's chest.
"I waited for you so long, but you didn't come, so I had no choice but to ease my sorrow with alcohol." Enzo Land gazed at the enchanting Amelia, with a soft sigh of admiration, "It's been a while since I last touched you. I'm really suffering here."
Amelia glared angrily, "All you care about is my body?"
"We both need each other, don't we…" Seeing Amelia's anger, Enzo quickly explained, "Look, your husband Nathan is already quite old; he surely can't satisfy you. Would you rather be a living widow?"
