Her entire life, the happiness she longed for had vanished with that car accident. Her life was now just a series of threats and manipulations, becoming a sacrificial offering in someone else’s bed, a tool for someone else to consolidate their position. Most sadly, she had lost her life’s goals and felt completely at a loss.

"Remember, Avery Jane is for the day after tomorrow." The sinister, terrifying gaze made Avery Jane feel extremely uncomfortable. She nodded with difficulty, gripping the small vial in her palm tightly as if she wanted to crush it.

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The marriage alliance between the King Family and the Thompson Family was low-key yet luxurious. It was said that Isaac Thompson gave a dowry consisting of dozens of property deeds. No one could take photos, and Isaac Thompson’s daughter remained a mystery.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Nora Thompson quietly read the obscure and hard-to-understand Sanskrit book in her hands.

She was just like her name, simple, clean, and tranquil.

The wedding from a day before left everyone in attendance dumbfounded. The Young Master King’s bride was expected to be charming and of incomparable beauty, but the bride at the wedding surprised everyone.

Delicate and clean, she was just an ordinary woman, though perhaps the longer you looked at her, the more enduringly attractive she became, like her pale lips or her fair skin.

"You’re back?"

Gently standing up from the sofa, she took the coat from his hand. The only commendable thing was her voice, clean, soft, and slightly magnetic.

"Why aren’t you asleep yet?" He smiled as he stroked her hair. Her smooth, straight hair was not too long, vastly different from the hair he had reached for in the small apartment before he returned.

His lover Jade Willow had long curly dark brown hair, and when they were entwined together, the hair would fall over their bodies—a great lover.

Alexander King never deprived himself in this regard.

"No, I bought a new book." After hanging up his coat, she poured him a glass of warm water. Alexander King looked at the woman in front of him, often doubting if she was indeed living in this materialistic world.

On the first day of her marriage, she stayed inside, reading, and sitting quietly.

She didn’t clamour for a honeymoon nor did she ask why he went to work right after the wedding. She always carried the gentle elegance of a lady of high society.

"Are you hungry? Do you want some late-night snacks?" By this time, it was almost one o’clock, usually a time for a late-night snack.

But he couldn’t eat now; the woman outside had filled his body and stomach, though the food wasn’t very appetizing.

"No, you should rest early, don’t stay up late. I have an important meeting tomorrow, I’m going to sleep first." He lowered his head, planted a goodnight kiss on her forehead, and turned to return to his bedroom.

After he turned, Nora Thompson closed her eyes, gently reminiscing the warm sensation on her forehead—nostalgic, admiring, causing her normally undisturbed heart to tremble slightly.

Returning to his room, Alexander King took off his clothes and walked into the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, his body as beautiful as a statue bore various bite marks, with a hint of a stinging pain on his back, and he hooked his mouth slightly up, a mockery on his beautiful yet devilish face.

Where in the world could there be such a woman? When he first met her, he proposed. He didn’t expect that Isaac Thompson’s daughter, rumored to be as isolated as a nun, would agree.

Although Isaac Thompson was a coarse man, there was one thing to respect about him—he cherished his wife above all, even letting their only daughter take her mother’s surname.

In fact, Nora’s full name should be Nora Tanner. After Isaac Thompson’s wife passed away when Nora was ten, he never remarried or was even rumored to have any affairs.

Even he only discovered her mother’s surname when registering the marriage with Nora.

He still didn’t understand. When Isaac Thompson subtly pressured him into marrying his daughter some days ago, he was shocked.

If Isaac Thompson wanted to marry off his daughter, why resort to coercion? Although the King Family’s wealth was enviable, his father-in-law did not lack money.

After finalizing the terms, he met Nora by chance. Of course, sometimes a chance encounter is destined to happen necessarily.

Then they married so quickly it surprised everyone. On the wedding night, which was just yesterday, back on the 34th-floor penthouse, he gave her a goodnight kiss, telling her since she knew so little about him, he decided to give her a process to understand him, to know him, and then naturally they slept in separate rooms.