Chapter 2

The next day, Michael brought Blair to visit the Hamilton Family.

After the butler announced their arrival, he led Michael and Blair into the manor's reception room.

Daphne Hamilton, a woman in her early forties wearing an elegant gown, walked down from the second floor with an air of arrogance.

Her gaze swept over Blair and paused.

"So you're the daughter from the Brown Family? You're not good enough for Arthur."

Daphne said with dissatisfaction.

Oliver Hamilton was seriously ill, and those beneath him were watching like vultures.

Although Rupert was extremely capable, his inability to be with women meant he couldn't give the Hamilton Family an heir.

That's why she was anxious to arrange Arthur's marriage and have a child as soon as possible to gain more say in family matters.

But Arthur's reputation was so bad that they could only choose a second-tier family like the Browns.

Daphne frowned and instructed, "Whatever. After you marry in, the most important thing is to give us a child."

"The Hamilton Family has strict rules that you need to remember."

A hint of mockery flashed in Blair's eyes.

Daphne's branch was just a side line of the Hamilton Family.

Yet she talked as if they were the guaranteed heirs.

Daphne continued, "Butler, take Miss York to Arthur's room so they can get acquainted."

Blair didn't refuse. She gracefully stood up and followed the butler.

She was curious to see what kind of person her future fiancé was.

The Hamilton Family valued family above all, with everyone living in one large manor. The butler led her to the third floor.

Without knocking, he opened the door just a crack.

Before Blair could react, he pushed her inside.

Blair's pupils suddenly contracted. She stumbled two steps before steadying herself, and the door closed firmly behind her.

The butler had received an anonymous email last night. The sender said they would pay him a suitable commission if he was willing to help with a small favor.

He had hesitated when he learned it involved Rupert, but ultimately gave in to the attractive sum.

He was about to retire anyway, so why not make one last score?

The room was pitch black. Blair tried to leave, but the door wouldn't open.

A deep, magnetic male voice spoke up, "Who's there?"

This man must be Arthur.

"The butler brought me here."

Hearing this, Rupert's face turned cold, his eyes suppressing anger.

It was probably another arrangement by his grandfather, Oliver Hamilton. Oliver had always wanted him to have a child.

He just didn't know where they'd found this woman from this time.

Blair fumbled around trying to turn on the lights. She tripped over something and fell forward.

The expected pain didn't come. What her hands touched felt warm and firm.

A man's muffled grunt sounded. Her wrist was grabbed, the burning temperature seeming to set her on fire.

"In such a hurry?"

Rupert said mockingly, his voice taking on a hoarse edge.

Blair laughed in anger, swallowing back her explanation.

She'd known Arthur was a playboy, but didn't expect him to be so disrespectful.

But this was fine. Men who craved beauty were easier to control.

She adjusted her position, her long legs straddling Rupert, her soft hand pressing against his chest.

Feeling the hardness beneath her, she leaned down close to his ear.

"You'll be my man sooner or later. Can't I do this?"

Her hand moved like a nimble snake, sliding down from his chest.

A pleasant laugh rang out as she said meaningfully, "Your body is telling me you really like it."

The end of her sentence drew out like a little hook.

Rupert's breathing became rapid, his eyes half-closed.

He'd never met such a wild woman before.

More importantly, his body didn't reject her, which sparked his interest.

The next second, Rupert flipped over, pinning Blair beneath him.

His well-defined hand gripped her neck, his thumb falling on her red lips, rubbing them suggestively.

"Not just my body."

"I like it too."

Rupert kissed Blair's lips, using a bit of force as if punishing her.

Blair's face flushed red, her eyes hazy, but she fought back without backing down.

The wet sounds were particularly clear in the large room, their breathing intertwining.

Outside the room, seeing that Blair still hadn't come out, the butler's unease grew stronger.

Rupert's aversion to women had reached an extreme - even physical contact would make him vomit.

He'd thought Blair would be thrown out immediately, but why was there still no movement inside?

Just then, the door opened.

Blair's clothes were disheveled, her red lips swollen.

She glanced at the butler and said coldly, "I'm remembering what happened today."

"Tell my father I'm going back to rest."

With that, she walked out without looking back.

From Blair's appearance, what had just happened was obvious.

The butler's face turned deathly pale, a chill running through him from head to toe.

Didn't Rupert have an aversion to women? Had he actually touched this woman?

A lazy voice came from inside the room, "Come in."

Rupert's shirt hung open as he leaned casually against the sofa, his exposed chest covered in red marks.

His handsome face looked like a work of art created by God, showing a satisfied expression.

His gaze fell on the butler as he spoke deliberately, "Go arrange for that woman to be my secretary."

Cold sweat dripped from the butler's forehead. He didn't dare hide anything.

"Mr. Hamilton, I was foolish. Someone anonymously paid me to bring her to your room."

Rupert's face darkened, realizing he'd been set up.

"Who is that woman?"

The butler's face turned ashen. He could only answer honestly, "She's Mr. Arthur Hamilton's fiancée, Miss Blair York."

The air became quiet, frighteningly quiet.

After what seemed like forever, Rupert's deliberate voice spoke up.

"Not anymore."

His eyes filled with determined ambition. What he wanted could only belong to him.

Rupert had an aversion to women, yet now he'd been with Blair.

The butler didn't dare hide it. Leaving out the part about taking money, he selectively told Daphne.

Daphne's eyes turned cold, the pressure dropping to an extreme.

Rupert had actually been with a woman - this was not good news.

She had to figure out whether Rupert's aversion to women was cured, or if it was because of Blair specifically.

If it was the latter, then Blair couldn't be allowed to stay.

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