Chapter 3 This Is Your Wife

The sharp pain forced a scream from Corinne, soaking her in sweat.

She shook uncontrollably.

As she geared up to push herself up and proceed, she locked her gaze with a pair of chilling, dark eyes.

Corinne's heart skipped a beat. "You..."

The man gulped, his intense gaze pinned on her tousled appearance.

His face remained stern, while his lips barely moved. "Get off me."

His voice was deep and hoarse.

Corinne was caught off guard by Julian waking up.

Yet, she had no moment to reflect. A fierce longing surged within her, overwhelming her senses.

Her awareness dimmed, succumbing to primal urges.

Her hands moved on their own, even tweaking his chest.

Julian's face twisted in anger, cursing under his breath.

This woman not only invaded his bed but also ignored his command.

"I told you to get off!" His tone brimmed with raw anger.

Corinne's eyes welled up with fear, yet she defiantly pressed her lips to his neck, whimpering, "I'm sorry, I...I can't help it..."

She then kissed his cheek.

Torn between her remorse and boldness, Julian felt his anger flare anew.

After lying in bed for so long, he found it hard to shove her off.

When he was about to do something, Corinne's super light, almost see-through dress stuck to him.

He gulped, a spark of desire in his gaze.

"Get off!" Julian clenched his teeth.

Corinne, tearful and desperate, pleaded, "I'm drugged. I can't control myself..."

As they struggled, they became more intertwined.

The drug coursing through Julian's veins finally peaked, eliciting a stifled moan from him. Shortly after, his expression turned ashen.

A blush crept over Corinne's face as she grasped what had occurred.

Enraged, Julian shoved her aside and slammed the security alarm by the bed. Suddenly, the villa echoed with a loud, piercing alarm.

As the alarm screamed, the door was flung open with a crash.

A flood of black-suited bodyguards poured in.

Corinne quickly grabbed her clothes to cover up.

Seeing Julian alert, the bodyguards paused in shock, uncertain of their next move.

With a frosty look, Julian ordered, "Arrest this woman who climbed into my bed!"

Corinne stood dumbfounded.

"Sir, this is your wife. We can't arrest her," the chief bodyguard said hastily.

Julian's brows furrowed deeply, his tone growing even colder. "What did you say?"

The bodyguard responded respectfully, "Sir, you might not be aware, but she is the wife your mother chose for you while you were incapacitated, to carry on the family lineage."

Julian's expression grew more icy, and he fixed his eyes on Corinne.

For the first time, Corinne felt the full intensity of someone's stare, as if he could see right through her.

"Wife? Carrying on the family lineage?" Julian uttered disdainfully, his expression turning stormy. "Ridiculous!"

Corinne also thought it ridiculous. Her husband, who was not expected to recover, had not only regained consciousness but also displayed a fierce temper. He appeared far from his deathbed.

Julian's tone was icy as he faced Corinne. "We're getting divorced tomorrow."

Corinne tightened her grip, remembering Zoey's advice. "Perhaps you should discuss this with your mother. I'm not in a position to decide."

"Huh? You seemed quite capable of taking charge just now. What? Reluctant to part with the wealth of my family?" Julian mocked her bitterly.