Chapter 1

I suffered from severe touch starvation.

Whenever my breasts became engorged with milk, I couldn't release a single drop without my husband's soothing touch.

I wrapped my arms tightly around my own body, trapped in an agonizing craving.

"Trevor, I'm in the company breakroom. Please come help me."

I never expected the man pushing the door open to be my executive director.

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The touch starvation hit me with brutal intensity.

I hid in the company breakroom with a breast pump, but nothing would flow.

My heavy chest throbbed with sharp pain, and a deep ache radiated from deep beneath my skin.

I caressed myself in desperation, yet my body remained completely empty and unfulfilled.

I desperately needed someone to hold me, to crush me into their embrace until the ache dissolved.

Trembling, I dialed my husband's number.

"Trevor, I'm in the breakroom on the fourth floor. Please, come help me."

"Who told you to come to my company and make a fool of yourself?" his cold voice snapped through the speaker. "Deal with it yourself. Your condition isn't going to kill you."

"I don't want anyone in the office knowing you're my wife."

He hung up before I could utter another word.

Clutching my phone, tears spilled from my eyes, darkening the carpet beneath my knees.

The physical torment raged on, but inside, my heart had already turned to cold ash.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped firmly around me from behind.

A violent shiver ran through my spine, and my defenses shattered instantly.

"Ah… Trevor…" I gasped, leaning back helplessly. "I can't get the milk to flow."

The hands behind me froze.

I twisted around, my eyes widening in sheer shock.

The man wore gold-rimmed glasses, his crisp white shirt rolled up to his forearms, revealing powerful, toned muscles.

He wasn't my husband.

He was my boss, Director Harrison.

I scrambled to pull away, but my starved body traitorously leaned back into his warmth.

"I mistook you for someone else. Please let me go."

Instead of releasing me, his grip tightened, his palms kneading with deliberate force.

A wave of shameful relief washed over me, warring violently with my desire to flee.

Harrison let out a low chuckle.

"Looking for your husband? Didn't he just make it clear he doesn't care about you?"

His gaze dropped to my chest, a dark, teasing smirk playing on his lips.

"Besides, looking at your condition right now, don't you need a helping hand?"

My light-colored blouse was already soaked through, and the sweet scent of milk hung thick in the air.

My cheeks burned as I bit down hard on my lower lip.

Because of this sensory condition, I couldn't express anything on my own.

As for Trevor, he pretended we were complete strangers at the office every single day.

I had fought relentlessly just to land this entry-level spot, while he wished I would vanish back home into a silent housewife.

Harrison loosened his grip and checked his luxury watch.

"Leaving your desk for more than thirty minutes results in a disciplinary strike. You're still a probationary intern, aren't you?"

"You have fifteen minutes left to decide."

My entire body trembled under the ache.

Finally, I lowered my head in silent surrender.

Harrison remained standing where he was, towering over me.

"Sweetheart, that's not how you ask for a favor."