Chapter 2 It's Black

What? Mrs. Hussain?

Kimberly looked up, shocked.

She saw a handsome yet familiar face. His dark, sharp eyebrows and cool gaze made him look imposing. His prominent nose highlighted his features, and his lips curved into a half-smile. It was none other than her husband, Charlie Hussain.

Kimberly felt like pretending she didn't recognize him. Better yet, she wished she could just disappear.

But Charlie had already come closer, taken her hand, and placed it near his belt.

Kimberly tried to pull away, but Charlie's grip tightened.

"Go ahead. Open it yourself if you're curious."

His voice was emotionless, as chilly as his demeanor.

"No, I've changed my mind."

Kimberly was starting to panic. She hadn't expected that picking someone at random would lead her straight to her husband.

How could such a coincidence even happen?

"No?" Charlie's sneer was unmistakable. "You're not interested in mine? Looking for another man's?"

There was a clear trace of anger in his final words.

At that moment, he gripped Kimberly's hand tighter and placed it on the buckle of his belt.

Kimberly grimaced a bit, her expression one of distress. "No, I just lost a game," she said, her voice softening. "It's merely a punishment."

With those words, she glanced over at Millie and the others in the booth.

Charlie gave them a cold look as well.

His wife was at the bar to check out another man's underwear?

Was she trying to make him a cuckold while he was gone on a business trip?

"Punishment?" Charlie said, a hint of mockery in his tone. "That's quite interesting."

He then released Kimberly's hand and whispered to her, "I'll have you know. It's black."

His breath was warm on her ear, causing her to feel a tickle.

Kimberly's heart raced.

He had never been so intimate with her before.

Beyond a brief exchange of words on their marriage registration day, he had left for an overseas business trip soon after, leaving them with barely any communication.

If not for their chance meeting today...

Noticing Kimberly's puzzled look, Charlie offered a smile. He gently pushed her hair aside and said in a low, enticing voice, "I've got things to handle. Once I'm back, you'll get a closer look."

With that, he removed his hand from her shoulder, straightened his face, and headed deeper into the bar.

Kimberly paused for a moment, the dim bar lights playing tricks with the shadows, obscuring her face and emotions.

She returned to her seat, grabbed her martini, and quickly swallowed it in one go.

Everyone was shocked.

Millie cleared her throat and asked, "What did that guy say to you? You seem scared."

"He wasn't wearing underwear." Kimberly bit her lip, setting her glass down a bit too forcefully, her voice rising slightly.

"Really? Did you catch a glimpse of something you wish you hadn't?"

"No way! Ha-ha! I'm tempted to take a look myself."

"Feel free to check it out. I need some air." As the conversation buzzed around her, Kimberly got up and tapped Millie on the shoulder. "Give me a call when you're heading out."

Outside the bar, the cool breeze felt soothing, easing the warmth off Kimberly's cheeks.

She strolled down the street, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a car pulled up next to her.

The window lowered gradually.

Charlie, with a blank expression, said coldly, "Get in the car."