There Was a Tooth Mark on His Shoulder

But the next second, his cold and cruel voice cut through the silence.

"Listen. You better watch yourself."

His hoarse voice carried a warning, his sharp eyes locking onto her.

"What... what?" Skyler was stunned, still groggy from sleep.

She had just made him dinner and waited for him all night. How did that mean she wasn’t watching herself?

"Who are you dressing up for? That outfit, your hair, your expression just now... Don’t ever appear in front of me like this again."

His grip on her face tightened, his words cutting like a knife.

As if he saw something on her face that irritated him.

"Enough."

Logan’s voice was cold and commanding, making Skyler freeze in place.

"You forgot something."

He walked toward her and handed her a small box. Skyler looked at it curiously but didn’t take it.

"What is it?" she asked cautiously.

"Open it and see for yourself."

Skyler hesitated for a moment before slowly opening the box.

Inside was a beautiful diamond necklace that sparkled under the light.

"It’s beautiful," she whispered, looking up at Logan in surprise.

"It’s a reminder," he said, his voice softening slightly. "A reminder that you are my wife and should act like it. I don’t want a wife who is careless with her reputation."

Skyler nodded, a strange feeling rising in her chest.

She knew she had been careless in the past, but she was determined to change.

"I understand," she said, slipping the necklace around her neck. "Thank you, Logan."

Logan nodded, his expression softening just a little.

"Just remember, Skyler. You’re my wife. And I expect you to act like it."

As she turned to leave, she suddenly heard Logan’s cold voice behind her.

"Did I allow you to leave?"

Skyler froze.

"Go upstairs and run a bath for me," he ordered.

"Fill up the bath for him?"

Skyler turned around, her small face filled with astonishment.

Why would he make such a request?

And he even told her to go upstairs.

Uncle Moore had said that upstairs was Logan’s private space and that she wasn’t allowed to step foot there.

He even reminded her several times before leaving, telling her not to break the rules.

But Logan didn’t give Skyler a chance to think.

By the time she realized it, he had already disappeared.

Now, the spacious living room was empty, leaving her alone.

Skyler looked up at the winding staircase that led to the second floor.

She gritted her teeth and followed him up.

"Knock, knock—Mr. Lee, I’m coming in."

Skyler knocked on the door and entered the master bedroom.

It was a very uniquely decorated and spacious room.

Everything was covered in an overwhelming shade of black, from the walls to the furniture.

Low-key and dull.

The bedroom was large and divided into multiple areas.

As Skyler pushed the door open, she caught a glimpse of Logan standing by the bed, casually removing his belt.

She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look around.

Her heart raced as she focused on her breathing and silently walked into the bathroom at the other end of the room.

She planned to quickly adjust the water temperature, fill the bathtub, and leave.

Crouching by the bathtub, she turned on the water and got lost in thought.

How did things end up like this?

Not only had she married Logan for money, but now she was even helping him prepare a bath.

But she was too afraid to disobey his orders.

Skyler was genuinely scared of that man.

She didn’t even know why.

Especially when his deep, dark eyes fixed on her—cold and unreadable—her heart would tighten for no reason.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a low, indifferent voice mixed with a hint of displeasure came from behind her.

Logan had appeared by her side without her noticing.

"Ah, I..." Skyler quickly snapped out of her thoughts, only to realize—

The water in the bathtub was about to overflow.

"Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention."

Skyler immediately stood up and reached out to turn off the faucet.

But whether it was because she was too scared or because she had been crouching for too long, her legs suddenly went numb.

As she bent down to reach for the faucet, her legs gave way.

Her petite body wobbled, and she was about to fall into the water.

Skyler let out a soft scream.

Right before she fell, a strong and steady hand grabbed her waist.

The next moment, she was pulled back with force.

She crashed straight into a broad and warm chest.

At that moment, Skyler was like a frightened little kitten.

Her eyes were tightly shut, her eyelashes trembling slightly, still wet from the steam in the bathroom.

She looked both pitiful and helpless as she curled up in the man’s embrace.

Logan lowered his gaze and saw Skyler in such a fragile, unaware, yet oddly seductive state.

This woman...

She never missed a chance to seduce a man, did she?

Dark flames flickered in Logan’s cold, deep eyes.

"Let go."

His expression darkened, and he pushed her away without hesitation.

The sudden movement snapped Skyler out of her daze.

She stumbled back, barely catching her balance, and her watery eyes cleared as she took in the scene before her.

The man in front of her was half-naked.

A white bath towel hung loosely around his waist.

Droplets of water clung to his strong chest, sliding down his well-defined abs before disappearing beneath the towel.

Skyler swallowed hard.

The person she had just hugged so tightly...

It was Logan.

And her face had been pressed against his bare chest.

"S-Sorry... I didn’t mean to... I really didn’t know it was you..." Skyler stammered, quickly lowering her head in apology.

She had no idea it was Logan she had clung to just now. If she had known, she would have stayed far away—even if it meant falling into the bathtub instead.

"Heh, you didn’t know..."

Logan’s lips curled into a mocking smile, and a cold chuckle escaped his throat.

He looked down at her and said, "Skyler, do you think I’m an idiot?"

There were only two people in this apartment.

Yet she claimed she "didn’t know" it was him?

Skyler fell silent.

She instantly understood the ridicule in his voice.

She wanted to explain, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Or maybe she could explain, but she was too flustered to say anything.

Besides, he probably wouldn’t believe her anyway.

So she chose not to explain.

Logan watched as the small woman in front of him slowly lowered her head.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her hands clenched together in front of her.

She didn’t try to argue.

Her cautious expression returned, as if afraid that even one more word would anger him.

Logan raised an eyebrow.

His face darkened.

"Get out," he said, his voice low and controlled, as if holding something back.

"And don’t come upstairs again."

Skyler felt like she had just been pardoned.

She turned and quickly ran downstairs.

Back in her room, she locked the door and sat on the edge of the bed, gasping for air.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

Her mind kept replaying what had just happened.

Then, she suddenly remembered something.

If she wasn’t mistaken...

There was a faded bite mark on Logan’s right shoulder.

That mark...

A week ago, at Nightshade Club...

That night, when she had been in unbearable pain—

She had bitten down on that man’s shoulder.