Chapter 7

Mahlon looked at the woman, who was about to cry, but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed this moment with her, and nothing was going to stop him.

“Mahlon, have mercy!” Anastasia cried.

The more Anastasia cried, the more Mahlon felt sorry for her; she appeared beautiful and innocent, and he wondered why his love for her was so strong.

The woman beside him looked tired and slept without saying a word to him. He helped her to sleep comfortably, putting a bed sheet on top of her to cover her body as she slept quietly.

It was already morning when Anastasia woke up and found herself naked in a room alone. Her thighs were in pain. She felt like something heavy was on top of her. Even though alcohol causes her to forget things, she remembered the man she had spent the night with; the thought of him made her face flush.

Mahlon came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel on his waist.

“When you are done staring, you can have a bath.”

Anastasia got