Chapter 8: Exposed?

Chapter 8: Exposed?

Hoàng Hải Vân had just started dozing off when the door creaked open.

Footsteps entered the room. A soft click followed—the sound of the door locking.

A wave of unease washed over her. She sat up.

"Anh?"

The devilish lawyer lunged at the bed like a predator, pinning her down and straddling her.

Isn't this a typical scene in yaoi?!

This brat is about to be assaulted.

Damn it! I thought this only happened in fiction!

A pang of sympathy hit Hải Vân—poor kid, getting harassed outside and then molested at home by his own brother.

For someone who upholds the law, she suddenly found herself thinking that certain criminals deserved to be castrated.

She was about to scream when his voice cut in, cold and menacing:

"The doors here are soundproof. No one will hear you."

Well, if she couldn't fight back… might as well enjoy it?

Not like this is my actual body.

She closed her eyes, regulating her breathing, waiting.

One of his hands restrained both of hers above her head, while the other traced her face—exploring, pinching, pulling.

She winced in pain, scowling.

"You bastard! Hurry up and do whatever you're gonna do so I can sleep!"

His expression froze for a moment, then quickly returned to its cold state.

His hand, icy as death, gripped her throat.

"Who are you?"

His gaze was no longer melancholic but razor-sharp—the same murderous look she had seen that night.

Hải Vân swallowed hard.

"I'm Trần Ngọc Linh. Everyone says so."

His grip tightened.

"The real Trần Ngọc Linh never flinches when touched by strangers, only taking revenge afterward. And with his mother and brother, he never avoids contact. But you… you avoided me."

The pressure on her throat sent pain shooting through her nerves. She cursed:

"Son of a bitch! Let me go! You're a damn beast! You'd even kill your own brother?! I lost my memories! How the hell am I supposed to remember my habits?!"

His grip grew even stronger. His voice, deadly calm:

"Trần Ngọc Linh loves eggs. There's no way he wouldn't eat one when it's right in front of him. Yet, you rejected the egg I gave you. Do you remember what you said?"

Panic surged through Hải Vân.

Shit. I slipped up.

He's a lawyer—a damn good one. Of course, he'd notice. I need to be more careful from now on.

"You said: 'I already ate one this week.'"

His voice was steady, chilling.

"But Trần Ngọc Linh hasn't had a single egg in the past week. The special organic eggs, reserved just for him, never arrived due to a shipping issue. There was no way you could have eaten one. And on top of that, you have amnesia—so how could you even remember eating eggs this week? Hmm?"