Katubari

* At night
He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms:
For the first time, no staying overnight.
The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side.
Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level.
No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders.
And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice.
*During daytime
He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, 
“Hello, Grace.”
Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out.
In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze.
Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs.
Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

John Amster's plan to endure the eagle is to hurt the enemy in exchange for a greater loss.

He had been suffocating for too long, and a kiss could only provide a little comfort, but it couldn't solve the immediate problem.

No one knew how much he wanted to savor Grace, who was like a tempting feast.

In the end, rationality took over his mind, and he restrained his desires, bending down to pick up the plastic bag on the ground and stepping out of the elevator first.

Grace covered her red face and quickly opened the door for him.

Thinking that they hadn't eaten anything at the banquet, Grace ordered as soon as she entered the door, "Put the dishes in the kitchen. I'll come out to cook for you after changing my clothes."

Although she said not to have too much personal involvement with John Amster, he had helped her too much.

An old married couple