Appearance of 4th Husband Devon!

The hard soles of the expensive shoes clicked against the ground—not loud, but distinct with each deliberate step.

Soon, a familiar yet unfamiliar man was revealed, striding briskly as he cut a sharp path, his steps quicker than usual.

His two thick eyebrows furrowed at the scent of strong disinfectant in the room, mingled with the faint, floral aroma of lavender.

Perhaps the clean smell clashed with his preferences, as he could not hide his dislike, etched between his stern brows.

The man's commanding height, somewhere between 195 and 198 centimeters, was accentuated by broad shoulders that strained the fabric of his perfectly tailored black suit.

His phoenix-like eyes, dark as obsidian, swept across the room, searching.

When his gaze met mine, my doe-like dark brown eyes, I looked away instantly.

Fear coiled in my gut like a cold serpent squeezing the air from my lungs for reasons I could not comprehend.

This man, a chilling mix of familiarity and strangeness, was undeniably terrifying and not someone to be offended.

My heart hammered a frantic beat against my ribs, drowning out every other sound.

Why? Why was I so afraid?

Was this the lingering fear of the original body's owner, or was it mine?

The thought flashed briefly through my mind.

Lost in my reverie, I didn't even notice the man approach my hospital bed.

"Mr. Devon, you are here." Dr. Lucas Steven greeted the newcomer with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Mr. Devon responded with a low, cold hum of his words. "My assistant will handle everything from here. You may leave us alone now."

A tense silence hung in the air for a moment. Dr. Lucas Steven and the male nurse, whose name I still didn't know, left as instructed by the man in black suit whose name suddenly struck a chord in my memory from the novel Pampering Me to Heaven.

As the doctor and nurse turned to leave, I caught the new person's gaze lingering on me for a fleeting moment.

After that, a suffocating silence filled the room, making the space unbearably tense. Or perhaps it was just me, overwhelmed by the unease growing inside as the steady tick of the clock on the wall echoed in my ears.

This person who had just sat in the chair was called Mr. Devon… Devon—wasn't he the Fourth Husband of Eve Moonstone?!

The name echoed in my head a few times, unknowingly making me peek at him.

Devon Venthforth stared back at me, his whole persona and demeanor as cold as the rumors whispered about him.

He is the ruthless heir of the Venthforth Clan, a titan in the Hertenkei business world.

"Mnn... What's the matter?" Devon asked, his voice devoid of warmth if you listened closely as if he had simply uttered normal, insignificant words.

Devon Venthforth was born into a famous, old, generationally wealthy family of businessmen, and Eve Moonstone married him through the Female Marriage Council System after taking a liking to his handsome face while casually browsing the marriage catalog.

With the simple words, 'I want him. He will be my fourth husband'--Eve Moonstone sealed the man's fate, as casually as if she were buying new clothes from an online store.

By the next day, Devon Venthforth officially became her fourth husband.

But there was one thing Eve Moonstone didn't know about her fourth husband, Devon Venthforth.

He would become one of the major villains in the novel Pampering Me to Heaven, a man whose heart belonged to the heroine of this world.

Twists and turns of fate would darken his soul, transforming him into a formidable adversary for the heroine's legal love interest.

Indeed, this is the truth for Devon Venthforth, he already had someone in his heart before he was forced to marry someone else.

His current young wife, Eve Moonstone, known for her willfulness, exploited her noble status as the daughter of the renowned Moonstone Duchess to compel him into marriage, leaving him no choice, no matter how hard he tried to plead for her to change her mind.

According to the rules of the Female Marriage Council System, once a female comes of age for marriage, she may select an eligible bachelor from a list presented to her, determined by her mental power level.

This mental power is a fascinating biological phenomenon unique to this world.

It enhances the senses far beyond those of an ordinary human from my original world. This mental power sharpens sight, makes hearing more acute, heightens touch sensitivity, and much more.

However, this mental power manifests differently in males and females, with both genders experiencing distinct drawbacks.

Males who possess this mental power may experience a monthly episode, commonly referred to as such, where they risk losing their sanity once they come of age.

During this monthly episode, they endure immense pain that could drive them to madness if they do not receive soothing care from a female.

This care relies entirely on the female's mental power and can only be provided through intimate actions between her and the male.

As if decreed by the heavens, only interactions between males and females can alleviate the suffering caused by their mental power.

Eve Moonstone married all of her husbands without fully understanding this fact, or perhaps simply did not care enough about these responsibilities.

She remains unbothered, as described in the novel regarding her brief thoughts on the matter.

It is mentioned in the plot that all the males in Eve Moonstone's Mansion suffer from mental episodes every month, yet this villainess–a vicious female character barely bats an eye at the concern for her husbands and lovers.

As for female mental power concerns, Eve Moonstone experiences common symptoms such as colds, food cravings, anxiety attacks, and a one-week desire each month.

Unlike the male mental episodes, which cannot be alleviated by available medicines, there are effective treatments for the female condition.

It seems only females can soothe their madness.

This is the unspoken rule in the novel Pampering Me to Heaven.

The males have no cure for their monthly episodes, leaving them at the mercy of females.

Devon Venthforth is already 28 years old.

Four years ago, he married a noblewoman for the first time, but it was a marriage he did not desire.

To him, it felt like a forced union.

The person he had always wanted was someone else—his first love or what he called his beloved moonlight, the heroine.

At the time Devon Venthforth met the heroine of the novel Pampering Me to Heaven, this outsider soul had already traversed into this world, and she had become the hope for his future.

Devon Venthforth had always planned to marry the heroine instead.

However, things did not go as he had hoped.