Chapter 6

Harrison's POV

Three seconds ago, I broke that drunk's arm, and the crisp sound of wet wood splitting still didn't satisfy my anger.

He let out a pig-like scream, and the bodyguards surrounded him, punching and kicking, beating him badly.

I loved fighting when I was young, but after taking over Forrester Group, I hadn't done it myself in a long time, because with just one look from me, the bodyguards following me would rush forward.

I had also learned to replace violence with power; money and status were the most powerful weapons.

But just now, the moment I saw Luci being forcibly kissed, a surge of anger crashed against my chest, and I only wanted to kill that son of a bitch.

The bodyguards dragged the son of a bitch away, the private room door closed, and I turned to look at Luci. She was curled up on the sofa, still trembling.

She wore a black cleaning uniform, which still couldn't hide her beauty and sexy figure. At this moment, under the lights, she looked as fragile as a piece of porcelain.

I reached out to support her seat, my other hand gently patting her back. To make her stop trembling. Just like that.

But her scent, that unique scent, drifted into my nose again, making my body stiffen.

I would always remember this scent.

Three years ago, that night, in the dim room, the woman beneath me had the same scent.

She was innocent yet intoxicating, her young body trembling under my palm, making me as excited as a virgin who had never touched a woman, shuddering all night long.

Her lips were cool and sweet, as pleasant to kiss as jelly. She would let out soft moans in my arms, would lightly scratch my back with her fingernails.

That night I felt I had gone to heaven, but after that night, I could never find her again.

I had had quite a few girlfriends, but only she remained unforgettable.

For a while, I thought about her day and night, found all other women dull, and would rather masturbate than touch other women.

But for a man with extreme control issues, accustomed to conquering everything with money and power, how absurd was this.

I forced myself to forget her, and hadn't thought about all this for a long time.

But now, looking at Luci's beautiful trembling body, somehow made me think of that woman again.

I could always see that woman's shadow in her.

This thought shocked me. And made me even more sympathetic to Luci, who was still trembling.

"Stop crying," I said, my voice gentler than I expected, "he's gone, he won't hurt you anymore."

She didn't answer, tears falling in big drops, as if they could drown me, making me feel bad too.

I reached out and pulled her over, patting her shoulder.

She recoiled as if burned, pushing me away forcefully.

In that moment, anger suddenly rose in my heart.

I hated that since she came back, she no longer followed me around like before, and I hated even more that when I approached her, she would instinctively recoil.

"Luci"

I forcefully pulled her back, and she struggled desperately. During the tussle, her lips brushed past the corner of my mouth.

My chest immediately burned hot, my Adam's apple rolling heavily. I turned over and pinned her down, fingers threading through her hair, kissing down. She turned her head to dodge, and I only touched her ear.

Fury surged up.

I gripped the back of her neck and turned her back, kissing down heavily. The more she struggled, the less I wanted to stop. When my tongue touched hers, I felt dizzy.

Her lips were cool and sweet, just like that woman from three years ago, exactly the same.

This was impossible, absolutely impossible.

A crazy thought flashed through my mind: could the woman I had been unable to forget all this time be my wife whom I had always disliked?

Taking advantage of my distraction, she suddenly lifted her foot and stepped on my instep with her high heel.

The pain pulled me back to my senses. I cried out, jumping up while holding my foot. She jumped out of my embrace, glared at me and gave me the middle finger, then turned and ran toward the door of the private room.

My face turned iron-blue. No one had ever dared to treat me like this! How dare she?

Not to mention my wealth, just my face alone had attracted countless women's pursuit since my teens. Wasn't she one of those women before? Why had she changed like this now?

I instructed the bodyguards to call the nightclub manager. The woman walked over trembling; she should already know everything.

I didn't speak, just smoked a cigar. Through the swirling smoke, the manager's face turned even paler. I burned the cigar on the back of her hand, and she gasped but didn't dare scream.

I patted her face with the gun. "I told you to take good care of her for me," my voice was calm, but this calmness was more terrifying than any anger, "is this how you took care of her?"

She endured the pain, knelt down and grabbed my pant leg begging for mercy. I kicked her away.

"Take care of her," I said, "if she's in any danger or anything unusual happens, call me immediately. I don't want what happened tonight to happen again."

The manager repeatedly said yes submissively.

After the manager left, I was the only one left in the private room. I dialed Tom's number.

Tom was my most trusted person, had handled many of my dark secrets, and also knew about my madness these three years searching for that woman.

"Tom," I said, "investigate again. Who exactly was the woman that night three years ago."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. I knew this was difficult. We had searched countless times, hired the best detectives, used the most advanced technology, yet still had no clues.

She seemed to have suddenly disappeared from this world, only I remembered her figure.

"Sir," Tom finally said, "we've already..."

"I know," I interrupted him, silent for a moment: "Check what Luci was doing that night."

Tom was smart enough to immediately understand what this instruction meant. "You suspect the lady is..." he paused, "I'll arrange it immediately, sir."

I hung up the phone, leaned back on the sofa, smoke swirling around me. Music was blaring deafeningly outside the private room, stimulating my brain to be a bit confused too. I knew that as the head of the Forrester family, perhaps I shouldn't spend so much energy on a woman.

I poured a glass of wine and walked to the window.

The Los Angeles night scene unfolded before my eyes. This time I must know whether Luci is her or not, no matter what the cost!