Life on a Winning Streak after Prison

Tomorrow, as soon as his sentence is up, Henry can be released from prison. He lay in his cell, unable to sleep all night due to excitement. It had been six years, and he had been waiting for this moment since the first day he came in.

Also unable to sleep was his brother, Andrew. However, Andrew's restlessness stemmed from a different reason. He was unsure if it was right or wrong to bring Henry home, as he had promised his superiors, and he was even more uncertain if his wife, Emily, would agree.

After Emily finished her shower, she lay on the bed, her graceful body curves and snow-white skin incredibly enticing in the lamplight. When Andrew entered the bedroom, he couldn't help but swallow hard. His performance in bed was poor, and he could only watch, unable to do anything.

For Andrew, a beautiful woman like Emily was a torment before going to sleep. On top of that, Emily had a strong personality, which made Andrew somewhat afraid of his own wife. However, today was different. His younger brother was about to be released from prison.

Awkwardly, Andrew said, "There's something I'd like to discuss with you." Emily glanced at him and asked, "What is it?" "My brother is getting out of prison, and I want to bring him home to stay. What do you think?"

"A criminal?" Emily jumped up from the bed, her eyes wide, and stared at Andrew. She blinked and asked, "Where did you get a brother? Aren't you an orphan?" Andrew came from a remote rural village. When he was young, his parents, who worked as laborers in Harbor Springs, found a child abandoned next to a trash can. They named the child Henry, who became Andrew's brother.

Later, their parents passed away, Andrew went to college, and Henry ended up in prison. Emily asked, "Why was he in jail?" "He attacked someone, left them severely injured, and was sentenced to six years."

"A murderer?" Emily's body was covered in goosebumps, and she looked at Andrew, then said, "You've become like this, a weakling. How could your brother be a murderer, even if he was raised in the same environment as you, by your parents?"

Andrew shook his head with a bitter smile, "He's completely different from me in terms of personality. Otherwise, how could he have committed murder?" "How old is he?" "Twenty-four."

"Twenty-four, after spending six years in prison. He committed murder when he was eighteen?" Andrew awkwardly nodded, "But he was also pushed to the limit..."

As Andrew's words trailed off, there was suddenly a deafening sound of music coming from upstairs, accompanied by the stomping of feet, making the ceiling feel like it was about to collapse. The one playing the music was their upstairs neighbor, a girl associated with a gang.

This girl played loud music at this time every day, tormenting Andrew and Emily. Emily was extremely angry and ready to confront her, but Andrew quickly pulled her back and said, "Forget it, she's a girl from the gang, we can't afford to provoke her!"

"What do you mean we can't afford to provoke her? Who can tolerate this noise every day?"

"You see, there are so many people living in our community, who dares to confront her?"

Emily angrily sat down on the sofa in the living room, and Andrew followed. Seeing her timid husband, Emily felt a pang of discomfort. She never imagined she would end up with such a weakling. Suddenly, she asked, "When is your brother getting out of prison?"

"Tomorrow."

"Alright, I'll go with you to pick him up!"

"Really?" Andrew couldn't believe his ears. Emily was angry with their upstairs neighbor, Isabelle, a girl associated with a gang. She felt that if Isabelle wasn't stopped, she would likely develop a mental illness from the constant noise.

Isabelle may be associated with a gang, but how could she stand a chance against a murderer? Emily planned to have Andrew's brother deal with Isabelle and put an end to her arrogance. Emily nodded and got up, ready to go back to the bedroom. Andrew, feeling happy, immediately picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, playfully throwing her onto the bed with full confidence.

Emily, full of doubt, asked, "Where did this confidence come from tonight?"

Andrew awkwardly smiled and said, "I've been taking medication and adjusting myself recently. Maybe I'll be able to perform normally."

However, his sexual performance was still poor.

"Let's sleep," Emily sighed. "We have to get up early for work tomorrow."

Andrew awkwardly got off her and embraced her as they fell asleep.

The next morning, they drove to the entrance of the federal prison. Just as Andrew parked the car and Emily opened the door, she looked up and saw a burly man walking out of the prison gate. Henry stepped out of the prison gate, taking a deep breath of the fresh and free air.

Unintentionally, he noticed a breathtakingly beautiful woman getting out of a car. She had a tall and slender figure, with devilish curves.

She exuded an elegant and graceful temperament, with a hint of innocence amidst her sensuality.

Without exaggeration, Henry felt that the village beauty, Daniel, was far outshone by this gorgeous woman. Little did he dream that this woman, who epitomized beauty, was actually Andrew's wife.