They haven't seen each other since they parted that day in not so amicable terms.

Gary believed that his boss had been acting rather odd recently. Jackson had always hated having to visit Anna on Wednesdays regularly and was always glum on such days as a result.

But now that he wasn't obligated to do so, he seemed even more gloomy than he normally was on such days.

On the other hand, Anna was quite brave in making such a decision. Back then, everyone was fully aware of how in love she was with Jackson. So, why did she suddenly change? Why has she even disappeared for an entire month?

It's even worth noting that Jackson also doesn't seem quite able to adjust to their current situation. It was obvious that he wasn't used to this set-up either, no matter how much it favored him.

Today was Wednesday once again. Jackson didn't visit his wife and refused all sorts of entertainment to pass the time, which was starting to worry Gary. He hoped his boss could go out and have fun for even a little while so they could both stop working overtime.

Jackson, who was quietly sitting in the back seat, suddenly said, "Go to Twilight."

As soon as they arrived at the club, the owner, Sam Brown, hurriedly rushed toward Jackson. "Jackson! Your wife has gone crazy!" He said helplessly.

Jackson's expression slightly shifted as he asked coldly, "Isn't she filming? Why is she back?"

Sam stopped.

Jackson frowned and impatiently said, "What are you doing? Lead the way!"

Sam trembled as he clarified, "It's not Gina. It's Anna!"

Jackson gave him a cold stare. It seemed that for Sam, Anna was now worthy of being Mrs. Will.

Sam was really clueless. After all, if he hadn't referred to Anna as such, he would eventually have been reprimanded by Jackson's Grandparents. However, he did so without realizing that it made Jackson quite furious.

Jackson then turned around, about to leave, when Sam pursed his lips as he said, "I suggest you go inside and have a look. Anna is making quite a ruckus. The consequences of this aren't any different from that of you being caught meeting with Gina…."

Jackson knew full well that Anna was quite the troublemaker. So, he quietly followed Sam to the private room.

The music blared as soon as they opened the door. Several half-naked men danced around Anna, the dim lights and shadows enveloping their intertwined figures.

Jackson's gaze was fixed on her delicate and thin waist under her loose blouse, which appeared even more dazzling than the brilliant lights as she danced. His gaze was cold and sharp in front of such a sight.

Then, the music suddenly stopped, which displeased Anna. She turned around and was stunned as his cold and piercing gaze greeted her. She stepped back and directly fell into the arms of the man behind her.

One of them men unhappily commented on the interruption, "What happened? Who is this man?"

Anna immediately reassured the man, who turned out to be Bill White, as she explained briefly, "It's okay, Mr. White. That man is my husband. Now, let's continue!"

She glanced at Jackson's expressionless face as she closed the door to continue partying.

Such indifference made sense. She wasn't important to him, after all. He naturally didn't care about her, and she had been used to it by now. What was she even expecting? Was she looking forward to seeing him angry just now? As if.

Anna merely shook her head to get rid of such thoughts and continued dancing.

The moment the private room doors were shut, Jackson, who was just standing outside, looked cold as if holding into his anger. The two people with him sensed his aura and didn't dare to speak.

Gary was too terrified to speak, so Sam had to bite the bullet and said hesitantly, "I… Should I escort your wife out — I mean, Miss Anna?"

"It was her choice to do something like this. It's none of your business!" Jackson said as he turned away.

None of them noticed that the door to the private room had been slight ajar all this time and only quietly closed as they left.

Anna leaned against the wall and recalled how just over a month ago, Jackson appeared in this private room, pulled her aside, and said to her, "Stay away from her!" as he hugged Gina tightly in his arms.

Just now, he wore the very same indifferent expression as he did that day.

Bill then put on his shirt and said, "Anna, I already signed the contract with you today. You might've been frustrated in love, but you do well in business. You're so charming and beautiful. You don't have to stay with such a coldhearted man! If I wasn't gay, I, without a doubt, would've definitely dated you already. Is Jackson also interested in men? Anyway, just how could he even ignore you with your perfect beauty and figure?"

Anna felt better as Bill made lighthearted jokes and teased her. "Come on, do you like him?"

Bill immediately shook his head and said, "That kind of man is cold and boring. I'll call some hot and young guys to entertain you. Let's think of it as reciprocity."

"All right," Anna agreed.

The manager later approached Jackson and reported that Anna had called for eight young and hot men. Upon hearing this, Sam spat the wine he was drinking in shock. But before he could wipe it and clean after his mess, Jackson had already left the room angrily.

Anna lounged languidly on the sofa. She had been busy socializing and drinking during the last few days leading up to the day of the contract signing, and now that it was finally over and done with, exhaustion had finally set in. All she wanted to do was sleep. She let a young man help take off her heels and socks. She didn't move and silently allowed him to give her feet a massage.

Her mind began to wander, and she couldn't help but get more and more confused. Bill had dared her to bet on whether Jackson had feelings for her or not.

He had deliberately ordered eight guys, all young and hot, under her name just because he wanted to see what Jackson's reaction would be.

Although Anna was also curious, she was also rational. "Whether he comes or not, I'm not going to win. I will just hurt myself."

"Why can't you win? If he comes, that only proves that he cares about you. I'm trying to help you, Anna. I bet he will come for sure."

The pop-rock dance music in the private box had been switched to a soft, soothing piano song. The young man was really skilled in doing massage. Some of the tiredness she was feeling eased slightly. Anna buried her face in the soft pillows and closed her eyes. "What a coincidence. I bet the same."

After all, Jackson had paid too much when he married her. It was a critical moment in his work. Someone would definitely have to pay if any unknown variables appeared on her side.

This was also the reason why Sam had urgently called Jackson when he saw her here in Twilight.

Anna faintly heard Bill say something else, but she couldn't open her eyes. The young man's massage skills were really good. He knew just how much strength he should exert to make it comfortable. She relaxed completely, almost falling asleep right there and then.

The door to the private box was suddenly kicked open. Anna woke up in shock at the loud bang it had created. Before she could react, Bill smiled and leaned slightly over her shoulder, teasingly whispered, "Well, well, well. The longer you live, the more incredible things you will get to see. That angry guy is Jackson? As in, Jackson Will, also known as the most gentle and elegant person among the upper-class men?"

Angry?

Anna was a little confused. She turned her head slowly to the opened doorway and at the man standing there. His expression was calm as usual. She couldn't see any sign of anger on his face.

The raging fire in Jackson's heart was extinguished when he saw Anna's sleepy eyes… and the young man giving her a foot massage.

Gary had been standing slightly behind Jackson and had a clear glimpse of the scene inside the room. He stared at the foot bath basin, essential oils, and salt scrub and said, "Sam, I just want to ask… since when did you have a foot massage service in your club?"

This was Twilight, the most expensive club in this city, and they were giving foot massages for entertainment.

Sam touched his nose. "Money is difficult to earn." Doing business was not easy, and the customers demanded too much sometimes.

In such an awkward situation, the foot massage obviously could not go on anymore. The handsome young guy packed up his things and left. Bill was not afraid and did not leave immediately. He leaned again and whispered in Anna's ear, "Five o'clock tomorrow evening. Don't forget."

Anna nodded. "Okay."

Bill got up and left, closing the door after him. Only the two of them remained inside the private box. It was finally quiet.

Jackson lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa opposite her. He lifted his dark eyes, as dark as the abyss, to gaze at her figure. The cigarette in his hand was burning, but it couldn't chase away the hostility and the coldness on his face.

Feeling a little unhappy, Anna buried her face in the pillow again. Maybe he really cared about her. She wanted to try and find out.

She looked up.

"Do you think I'll pay more attention to you if you find an accomplice to trick me? I told you to obey the rules when I promised to marry you. The Will family needs dignity." Jackson said. His face, which was shrouded by the smoke from his cigarette, was indifferent. The boredom in his eyes was obvious.

Bill told Anna that Jackson had been engaged to Gina for four years, and yet there had been no talks about them getting married. And then Jackson married her, which showed that the problem between him and Gina was serious. Bill encouraged her not to give up and to keep on fighting for it.

How ironic that she almost believed him!

Anna drew in a deep breath and said coldly, "Even if my reputation is shattered and I lose my dignity, the first one who will suffer is the Green family. Don't ever mention our marriage again. Bill's hobby is known to all the people in this city. Do you think everyone is like you and would let their wife deal with the aftermath after they were caught cheating?"

With a faint smile, Jackson glanced at her and said, "Anna, it's your scheming that got us into where we are. Your innocent and righteous appearance right now, it's really…."

"Fake?" Anna supplied for him, a sneer on her lips.

Jackson's excellent upbringing was a model in their social circle.

Born from a rich family, he had been strict with himself since childhood and had never caused any trouble to his family. Unlike most young men his age who constantly played the field and changed girlfriends as if they were changing clothes or whose nightly routine included going to nightclubs, Jackson had never participated in these kinds of activities. He was self-disciplined and self-motivated and had only one girlfriend.

He was gentle, elegant, and responsible. Except for his cold personality, he was perfect.

Even if he was angry, he would only say a word of reproof or express his disapproval calmly, but he would never swear or shout.

Such indifference was the most hurtful. Anna felt like she was about to cry but held it in and tried to explain patiently. "I told you that it was a coincidence, I…."

… didn't mean to hurt you.

She pursed her lips tightly and didn't go on. She had already explained herself before, but he did not believe her. She didn't want to waste her time anymore.

She was a good girl from a good family. Her parents had carefully cultivated and educated her. She knew the importance of reputation and would not do anything to ruin hers so easily.

Did she drug him? She would never do that kind of thing to debase herself. It was an insult to her!

After more than half a year of marriage, Anna knew what he thought of her in his mind and had never cared.

But today, for some reason, all her suppressed emotions seemed to want to burst out. She almost couldn't hold them back.

She felt that if she stayed with Jackson any longer, she would rush to him and scratch his face. She picked up her coat and left without wearing her shoes.

When the door opened again, Sam and Gary saw her come out barefoot. It was obvious to the two that the conversation did not end well.

"I'll take you home, Anna." Sam offered, thinking she was pitiful.

She rejected him coldly and called for a driver instead.

The cold wind hit her face when she stepped out of the club. Her feet were warm when she had the foot bath earlier, but now she felt cold. She couldn't help shivering against the chilly air.

Looking at her bare feet, Anna remembered the time she saw Jackson at a banquet. She was so happy she couldn't even control herself.

She had chased his car, hoping he would get to know her and, maybe would… what? Like her?

The high-heeled shoes were uncomfortable. She slipped them off and ran barefoot in the rain as she chased after his car like some crazy woman. She was really stupid.

Anna stared down at her feet. They were delicate and beautiful. She had applied nail polish carefully.

In fact, once was already enough. She shouldn't have allowed the same people to hurt her again and again for the same reasons.

She put on her shoes and wrapped herself in her coat while waiting for the car.

Even if she had wrapped herself carefully, she still had a headache when she got home. The headache was severe and made her so sick to her stomach. She felt weak after throwing up a couple of times. She was feeling unwell and couldn't even stand up.

……

Anna woke up in the hospital the next day. Her throat was swollen and painful, which made breathing difficult.

A woman was sitting on the sofa, wearing jeans, a sweater, and a cap. Although her attire was simple and ordinary, they couldn't hide her beauty. She was worthy of being the national goddess and film queen. She was Gina Bill.

Seeing that Anna was already awake, Gina came over to her bed and asked her thoughtfully, "Do you want to drink some water?"

Anna glanced at her and took the glass she offered before asking faintly, "Why are you here?"

"Your brother called Jackson and said you fainted, but I answered the phone. Oh, and I didn't tell Jackson you were ill. He also didn't know that I had come here. We're rivals in love... Are you angry that I did this?"

"You did the right thing," Anna answered. Even after drinking all the water Gina gave her, and she was still thirsty. "Can you pour me another glass, please?"

"Okay," Gina agreed happily. She poured another water on her and then sat beside her. "Today, I came here to thank you for helping me in the club last time."

Anna stared at her. "Thank me?"

The mistress came to thank the wife.

What a funny joke!

Gina was full of self-confidence, even coming here to show her presence in front of her. If Anna didn't teach her a lesson, her rival would think she was a pushover. "Then how are you going to thank me?"

"I will tell you a secret between Jackson and me."

Anna stared at her exquisite and impeccable face and asked, "Is it something related to the bedroom?"