Chapter 1 Pressed by a Woman

Late at night, in Sea City, the cold wind was bleak. On a remote path, Freda was running desperately.

The cold wind of late autumn came, but she only felt the heat in her body tearing her sanity, pulling her into the abyss of desire.

Blamed!

It was so uncomfortable!

Her eyes were filled with cruelty. Tonight was her first time to carry out a single mission. Although the mission was successful, at the last moment, she was drugged by her enemy.

The drug was very strong. She had to find a man to help her soothe, or she would die!

But this was a suburb. There was no living creature on the road who could breathe, let alone people!

When she was almost unable to hold on, a black car appeared on the dark side of the road. Freda's eyes turned red and she immediately rushed over there.

The door was not locked. She easily pushed it open and saw a man sitting in the driver's seat. He closed his eyes with a sad expression. Under this low temperature, there was cold sweat on his forehead. He slid down along his firm outline and finally disappeared in his thin lips. Even if he didn't move, there was a fatal temptation on his body, which made people can't help but get close to him.

After admiring, Freda pounced on the man impatiently.

But the next second, a strong hand grabbed her shoulder. The man in the driver's seat opened his eyes and said coldly, "get out!"

"No, you have to help me. I was drugged. Only you can help me here!"

Her reason was completely devoured by the medicine. She leaned weakly in the man's arms, and her tender lips blocked the rebuke he was about to say.

For a moment, a sense of unspeakable pleasure spilled over his throat, as if he had been hit by an electric current. However, the veins on his forehead bulged. He didn't like the feeling of being pressed down by a woman at all, but his limbs were weak and he couldn't resist.

Damn it! If he knew who had done something in his wine, he would make that person regret coming to the world.

And this damn woman!

The night passed

When he woke up, the woman beside him had disappeared, leaving only ripples in the room.

He felt a sting in his neck when he moved a little. The woman bit his neck affectionately last night. His skin must be broken.

Thinking of that ambiguous scene, his eyes were malicious and he would never let go of that woman!

He started the car. After driving about ten meters, the car suddenly lost control and rushed to the cliff ahead like an arrow from the bow.

With his eyes narrowed, everything in front of him was suddenly swallowed up by darkness!

Two years later.

In the shabby old house, Mrs. White's eyes were wet and she said, "Freda, I don't want to get you involved, but I have no choice. The Smith family is urging me so hard that I don't know where Emily has gone. If I can't find someone to replace her, all the members of the White family will be in trouble. I know you must be very sad to marry an unconscious man, but I have no choice."

"Grandma, don't worry. I'll get married as planned."

Said Freda coldly.

"I'm sorry, Freda..."

"Grandma, please don't think so. It was you who saved me. I owe you."

At the age of seven, if Mrs. White hadn't taken her back in the middle of winter, she would have been frozen to death on the street.

It was nothing to marry the man of the Smith family who had been in a coma for nearly two years. She didn't care. Anyway, she planned to go back to Sea City to see those "old friends"!

On the wedding day, the Smith family sent a car to bring her to the Smith family on time.

When she opened the door, the sun shone on her well-dressed dark skin, and her originally upturned ogling eyes were also made into the single-fold eyelid. She looked at the servant in front of her expressionlessly. She was specially dressed in old clothes from the stall, and there was no light in her whole body.

The servants of the Smith family couldn't help looking at her with disdain.

But Freda ignored them and looked around the grand three-floor villa in a trance.

From now on, she was the young madam of the Smith family, Emily White.

"Are you Emily?" An old man with half-white hair sat on the sofa and looked at her with a smile. "We haven't seen each other for only a few years. You are more and more beautiful."

"Hello, grandpa."

Though being obedient, Freda thought it was ridiculous.

Even though the servants looked down upon her in such a look, how could the Master of the Smith family praise her?

"Okay, okay. Come here and have a seat," said Master Smith amiably. "From now on, you are the wife of Zed Smith. I believe you know what's going on with him. When he wakes up, grandpa will arrange a grand wedding for you. But now you can only remain in the current situation for the time being. Don't worry. You will always be the wife of Zed Smith and the young madam of the Smith family."

"I know, grandpa." Freda smiled.

Half a year ago, Master Smith ran into a famous monk. The monk didn't take the money but told him the situation of Zed. He also said that the turning point for Zed was the White family's daughter. As long as they got married successfully, Zed would wake up.

Master Smith was not a superstitious person, but his only grandson had been in a coma for two years, so he had to use some other methods.

He looked at Freda with his sincere eyes and regarded her as his only hope. He was afraid that she would not like to marry a living dead person, so he agreed himself that as long as Zed woke up, he would arrange a wedding for them immediately.

After taking a few casual glances, she signed Emily White's name on the contract.

"Young madam, this is young master's room. You will take care of young master in the future."

The servant took her to the master's bedroom on the second floor and left after she finished her words.

She glanced around and soon fixed her eyes on the European-style big bed. A man was lying on the bed. Probably because he had been in a coma for a long time, the man's handsome face was morbidly pale and there was a slight flaw on it.

This man?!

She didn't expect to meet the man two years ago here.

Looking at the man's face, she felt a little serious. She put her hand on his wrist to feel his pulse and gradually frowned.

Her pulse was beating fastly and he must be poisoned.

It was because of the poison that Zed had been in a coma for two years. Although he could feel, he couldn't wake up.

The person who poisoned him was so cautious that even the hospital couldn't find it.

She took out a small bag of silver needles from her pocket and stabbed some into his neck. Soon, the man who had been asleep for two years coughed depressingly and coughed out black blood.

She smiled and thought it was a redemption for the night two years ago.

Anyway, she didn't want to owe anyone anything.

"Miss, you can't go in!"

As soon as she put away the needles, the door was pushed open with a bang. The beautiful girl rushed in regardless of the servant's obstruction and stared at Freda arrogantly.

When she saw Freda's face, she was about to vomit. "What on earth did grandpa think? Why did he let you, such an ugly woman, marry my brother? Get out of here! Don't make my house dirty!"

The servant hurried to stop her.

This was what Master Smith meant. Even if they didn't like Freda, they didn't dare to let Violette Smith drive her out, which would irritate Master Smith.

Meanwhile, Freda was watching the show leisurely.

Seeing that Violette was so angry that she raised the furnishings on the table and was about to smash them on Freda's head, the man's low and deep voice, weak but dignified, came from the other side of the bed. "Shut up!"