Declan wishes he could punch himself in the face. He wishes to inflict pain on himself as a result of what he did to Margaux, as he frequently does to seduce women.

However, he admitted that whenever he sees the girl, his earthly body comes to life.

Every time he hears Margaux's little moan, he gets a strange feeling.

What is he thinking now?

What has changed in him, and does he seem to see Margaux as a woman now, rather than a baby that he used to looked at her before?

What does he have, and why does he appear to go insane when he thinks about the girl?

Is he already swayed by its enticement? Will he be influenced by Margaux's beauty?

He didn't know, and he didn't need to.

Declan leaned against the nearest wall, then closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. His mind wandered freely to the shape of the girl's body while his hands were in his pockets.

It simply cannot be. No!

"S-sir, Declan? Are you okay?" A voice came in and asked, opening his eyes and turning to Conrad when he heard the voice.

The steward cocked his brow, concerned. Declan shifted his weight before speaking, then turned to face Conrad.

"I'm fine, Conrad," he replied, but the opposite did not seem to persuade him.

"Are you certain that you saw Margaux walk out of my office?" he simply inquired.

"Yeah, she was even in a hurry, what the—" After a while, Conrad came to a halt, his lips forming a 'O'.

"—You did the..."

"No! nothing," he said emphatically, and Conrad never asked again.

Then Conrad spoke for a few seconds.

"All right, sir. I'm leaving you here because I still need to take care of something important," Conrad informed him, and he simply nodded.

Even before Conrad could flee, he caught Conrad's attention again, causing him to turn over as steward once more.

He sighed before asking. I was wondering if he had ordered an improvement for what he was going to ask.

"The woman that night, do you have a lead on that woman's identity?" In addition to his friends Lucifer and Tanner, he instructs Conrad to find out the identity of the woman he went to Muchàs Gràcias with the night before.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm having trouble determining the identity of that woman because, instead of wearing a mask, the area where you were is also dark," he replied, causing Declan to let out another violent sigh.

Declan nodded as he said, "All right, thanks; you can leave now, Conrad."

"I will notify you sir as soon as there is an improvement, and I have also asked my friends to assist me in resolving these issues."

Declan gave a tired nod before motioning for Conrad to leave.

When the steward was no longer visible to him. Declan quickly took his cellphone from his pocket and dialed his friend Lucifer's number.

"What is it now, Dec? I haven't found the lead yet; I will call you as soon as I find it."

"Let's drink tonight, and tell Tanner to do a one-on-one with the three of us at the disco bar," he said. On the other end of the phone line, Lucifer laughed.

"Before that, that was new to my ears; I'm used to you introducing the identity of that woman as the first thing you say when you call; what's different now and then?"

What exactly is the case?

Aside from being perplexed as to why he had always had Margaux in his mind, he remembered the foolishness that woman had done to him that night.

He realized he was on his way back to his office after some time. For the time being, Declan was unable to communicate with Lucifer via phone.

He was still a little stunned and turned his gaze to the area closest to his swivel chair when he imagined the sensual interaction between the two of them and the girl Margaux earlier.

He closed his eyes after a while. No! He was unaffected. He doesn't feel anything, and nothing strange rises in his body when he sees or even touches Margaux. There is none.

Will he, however, continue to deceive himself? Declan knows what it's like to be attractive with a woman, and he might be stupid if he broke the promise he made to himself.

Later, his phone rang, and he answered it right away because Tanner was registered with his caller ID.

"So, where are you? My twin and I are already at the Muchàs Gràcias disco bar."

Declan was speaking to a friend as he walked out of his office slowly. He only realized he was still dressed in a business suit at that point.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, Declan, what's the matter with you? Do you remember that woman's face?"

Out of stupidity, he slapped his brow.

"I forgot to bring my spare clothes with me—"

"Is that still a problem? Come on, you're still handsome even in business attire," his friend said, before hearing Tanner laugh on the other end of the phone.

"It would be really okay, Tan 'if I'm comfortable, but I'm not," Declan responded, his left eyebrow raised and he couldn't walk in front of his car any longer.

"Here's the thing, don't you still have a secretary? Why don't you call him instead and tell him to go home first so you can get dressed—"

"She isn't a he; she is a she, and Margaux had no idea where my house was."

"Oh! Are you now accepting a female secretary? Why is that Declan — oh shit! Fuck! Is the Margaux you're referring to, the beautiful woman you turned down the grand proposal back then?"

"Yeah!" He responded quickly.

"Oh my goodness!" Tanner exclaimed at the end of the line.

Tanner and Lucifer were aware of what he had done to Margaux while in college. And his friends understand why he did it.

"You've already met, so why don't you invite her to Muchàs Gràcias tonight, Declan? I'm sure she'll be delighted—"

"No!"

"What do you mean by that in your response, we just want to see her again right? Or what! Is Margaux still have a curvy body and not... a young baby?" He laughed, but Declan's vision darkened.

"Perhaps there are still a lot of men chasing after Margaux Anson's beauty, so can I have sex with her instead—"

"Fuck you Tanner, fuck you!" Declan yelled, cutting the phone line.

He also clenched his fists, as if he wanted to kick.

Tanner has no right to do so... and no one else is able... shit! Declan's thoughts caught him off guard.

He also stepped aside for a moment to examine his reflection in the car window.

"Fuck!! I'm a messed up," he yanked at his hair, frustrated.

Only to discover that he was dialing Margaux's phone number.

He had the girl's phone number because he got it from the resume posted there. Declan has no idea why he did it on purpose so long as...

When he heard her voice on the other end of the line, Declan closed his eyes and said, "Hello, who is this?"

"M-Margaux," he softly whispered its name, then heard Margaux's excruciating reaction when she heard his voice.

"D-Declan?"

"Y-yeah, I am; could you—"

"What do you require then?" He only realized he was smiling when he heard the woman's steady voice again.

MARGAUX'S chest trembled as she heard Declan, her boss, on the other end of the phone call.

What the young man did in his office remains vivid in her mind to this day.

When Margaux thinks about it again, she seems to want to hurt herself because she was drifting in the heat of her body as a result of what the young man did that Declan caressed her, as if he owned her.

She then let out a loud sigh.

"What are you looking for?" she inquired. Her tone of voice reflects her irritation. However, the other line simply went silent, which irritated her once more.

Is Declan teasing her once more this time?

Or perhaps she should say,

"Please meet me in the parking lot of my workplace right now."

"And why would I do that?" the other line fell silent again.

"That's an order, and I, your boss, expect you to follow it."

"I don't want to; you handle it with yourself—"

"If you don't come here for the seconds I've set aside for your arrival, I'll go to your house myseld!"

"W-what are you talking about? You can't do that, can you?"

"Why not, Margaux? I certainly have the ability to do whatever I want."

Margaux simply slapped her forehead in response to the man's annoyance. Declan couldn't have blackmailed her.

She also refuses to allow her father to see Declan for fear of receiving another resounding speech from her father here.

Margaux's father has not yet returned home, but he may do so unexpectedly and notice that Declan and she are the only two in the house.

But, in the end, Margaux granted her wishes.

And it's up to Declan Heisenberg to be moldy and waiting for her. It didn't say exactly what he expected of her, and Margaux was already thinking that Declan might do worse inside the man's office.

Her cellphone rang again as she was about to lay down on the bed. Margaux was irritated even more when she saw Declan calling her again.

"Can you tell me what you're looking for—"

"I'm on my way to your house and I am now driving in my car—"

"Ah, stupid! Don't leave, I'll come to you."

"OK, talk to you soon. I'll be waiting for you. I'm just in the parking lot — oh, would you mind if I came over to pick you up—"

"Don't, okay? I'll be the one to come to you, huh? Why are you so stubborn?" Margaux quickly went to the dresser to get dressed while Declan remained on the phone.

She wears what she touches first.

"I'm going to end this call now, bye."

"Could you please keep in contact with me even if you're taking a taxi?"

Margaux creased her brow.

"Why? Are you going to insult me again, you animal?"

"Okay, drop your phone now; I'll be waiting for you here; just please hurry," Declan said, declaring his cellphone dead at the same time.

Maragux, on the other hand, only raised her brow slightly in response to the man's rudeness.

Didn't Declan say she'd just keep her connection with the young man first?

But why does it seem like he's still so hot that he'll be killed if she calls?

She didn't even think about it and just kept walking out of the household subdivision.

Margaux flagged down a taxi and immediately informed the driver of the address where she would be delivering.

After a few moments, they arrived at Declan's company's parking lot. She was even perplexed as to why it was still open at nine o'clock at night.

"This is what I paid for," Margaux said to the taxi driver as the vehicle was backed up and driven out of the building.

Margaux was greeted by the dark ambiance as soon as the taxi left her. Her knees began to shake as a result of her nervousness.

She was also unable to open her mouth or even stand on her own because she was terrified. Margaux is afraid of any place where she will meet only pure darkness because she has a phobia there.

Shee felt as if something would suddenly pull her away and eat her alive in connection with the darkness she was so afraid of.

"Lights, please! I-I n-need lights," Margaux said, her mouth trembling. She also had no idea why her body had suddenly turned cold.

And Maragux was certain it was due to her extreme fear and nervousness.

"D-Declan..." she sobbed three times as she whispered its name.

Then, all of a sudden, someone touched her arm, rendering Margaux paralyzed, and she barely grabbed his arm while her head was submerged in his massive chest.

She was sobbing and didn't care what anyone said because all she wanted to do was hug to anyone who was with her even though he/she is a total stranger to her.

Only to discover that Declan's perfume soothed her nostrils because she was so at ease, especially because she was with someone.

But then Margaux felt his touch on her wrist again, only this time to release her body, which was clinging to Declan's.

"N-no, no! D-don't leave m-me pl-please. D-Declan don't l-leave me alone here," Margaux clung to Declan's body even tighter and tighter, closing her eyes because she didn't want to see a creature with such an ugly face.

"L-lights! Lights! I-I need lights." She is still weak. She just felt the warm arms hugging her back as if she felt it was protecting her.

"All right! I'm not going to leave you here," it finally said, but then a light came on, and Margaux hurriedly moved away from Declan's body.

Maragux even pushed him a little bit.

"Was that all? When you made me hug you, you just pushed me—"

"What do you require, Declan? Please let me know so that I can return home."

"But first, hug me again—"

She simply yelled in front of Declan's face, which caused the young man to laugh before becoming serious.

"I would appreciate it if you could accompany me in Muchàs Gràcias."

"What do you mean, Muchàs?"

Declan said it again: "Muchàs Gràcias."

Margaux, on the other hand, had no idea where that was. Declan interrupted her as she was about to say something.

"I need someone to drive me home; I'll just have a drink there; and you, as my secretary, have no choice but to obey my command; you have no right to complain because you are now sealed."

The smokey atmosphere, the loud music playing at the end of the stage, the various colors of disco lights, and the men's screams as they sipped the drink she couldn't name.

That was the first thing Margaux saw when she stepped into the sinful disco bar.

Margaux clung so tightly to her jacket as she struggled to blend in with the bodies that didn't care if they were touched.

Margaux tried to avoid them, but the second time her body was hit by an unknown personality, she backed away but also came to a halt as to what she was doing when her back collided with a sturdy body that looked like a concrete object that could not be broken even by the storm.

Unexpectedly, she looked up to see who that man was, only to find Declan frowning at her.

"How come you always took a step back?"

The man inquired, and it was only then that Margaux realized Declan had already grasped both of her shoulders, holding them for support so she wouldn't fall to her feet.

Then Declan steered her to the right path of facing him.

"..ugh! I — I..." How is she going to express her dissatisfaction with the situation? She couldn't look Declan in the eyes and instead concentrated on her feet.

He gradually let go of her, but he never took his gaze away from her. Declan's eyes narrowed as he looked down at her mini skirt.

"Why are you... w-wearing a..." Declan clenched his left fist in his mouth before coughing, "—skirt that can see your legs. Men here are dangerous. They are wild when it comes to releasing body heat."

Margaux became alarmed at the sudden appearance of danger. She rolled her eyes at the whole thing and noticed a few men staring at her as if they were about to strip her naked.

Margaux flinched from the terror in her body; if she hadn't felt Declan's grip on her side again and turned her without hesitation to bring the body closer to the man, Margaux wouldn't have been able to look away from those men who chased lust after the flesh.

She raised her eyes to Declan, who was now staring down at her.

"Don't worry, don't be scared; you're with me, and once those assholes see that I'm holding you, they'll eventually turn away from you."

Margaux was still nervous. "H-how did you say that?" Declan then gave her a reassuring smile.

Margaux couldn't help but wonder once more. Declan has given her a genuine smile for the second time.

"Why don't you look around and see for yourself, Margaux?" said the young man, and she immediately regained her sight, proving Declan correct.

It felt like a gunshot wound to the men who had suddenly averted their gaze and were now preoccupied.

"Now get going."

She returned her gaze to the young man, puzzled, "huh?"

"Go ahead, you walk first, and I'll just follow."

"But, w-why—"

"Just do it, okay?" she heard the irritation in its tone. "Why are you asking so many more questions?"

Margaux simply turned away, as she didn't want to argue any longer. She no longer felt detached, as if she were about to be slaughtered by the looks men were throwing her way.

But, once again, the deadly stare of the women in the distance was striking. Margaux simply ignored it, as she was no longer interested.

"Declan!" yelled a man ahead of Margaux, and she couldn't place who it was. But it wasn't until she got closer that she realized who that voice belonged to.

Declan's closest companions were Lucifer Bennington and his twin Tanner.

She suddenly shrank back, especially as the men stared her down from head to toe.

Declan, Lucifer, and Tanner exchange a man hug before a fist bump, and Margaux turns around as Declan's two friends looked at her.

She recognized them because they had both witnessed Declan's rejection of her proposal at the time.

Declan seemed to be teasing Margaux. It demonstrates to his friends that Declan can easily command her obedience while also insulting her at any time.

"You really included Margaux, bud. Hahaha why is that?" Declan just smiled before turning to face her.

"Sit, Margaux," the young man said, giving her a cynical look before screamed out loud.

Margaux's feathers were healed as a result of what they did. It was as if she was betting, and she imagined them secretly giving each other a money when she was no longer in front of them.

Margaux eventually decided to return home. She returned her attention to the one she and Declan were going through. Maybe she won't vanish if she goes all the way to the end by herself, right?

Margaux turned to face the young man, while Declan was conversing with Lucifer and Tanner, who were now sipping the newly released sourdest drink that was already on the table for them.

Then Margaux coughed to get Declan's attention, and it didn't take her long to turn it around.

"Do you need anything, Margaux?" Declan turned to face her and placed his hand slightly in front of her and on her face, causing her to hold her breath.

"C-can I-I go to the comfort room?" she may ask, and the truth is that she is really going home at that point.

Declan stood up and stared at the very dark room with the very spacious cubicle, which surprised Margaux.

"L-go, let's and I'll accompany you—"

"No, let me do it!" exclaimed the young man, turning his head to face her.

"You don't know every nook and cranny of this place, Margaux; men are now in the—"

"Can I be myself?"

"No, you are not—"

"I can do whatever the hell I want!" What Margaux really doesn't want is for someone to get in the way of her decision.

Declan moaned before averting his gaze, returning to his seat, and ignoring her.

Margaux bit her lower lip uncomfortably, despite Declan's refusal to let her leave.

Then, all of a sudden, one of the twins turned to her. She only knew who it was because of the t-shirt they were wearing with the name printed on the front.

Lucifer was one of the twins who approached her. Instead, he gave her a friendly smile.

"Go Margaux, Declan was just... uhmm...mad!" Margaux nodded and turned away.

Because she had already stepped on her feet, she had no idea what Declan's reaction would be.

Margaux felt as if she was being watched with each step she took, but she ignored it and kept on walking.

Because of the music that swayed their hips, she was already engulfed by people dancing. Margaux looked over at Declan's table, but they were no longer visible.

She smiled because she realized she could finally go home at that point.

Margaux's smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Three men stood in her way, staring at her like mad dogs.

Their tongues were still protruding from their mouths, and a smirk was plastered across their faces, terrifying her entire body.

She was about to flee to cross the street when they apprehended her. Margaux yelled for help, but no one came to her aid as she suffered at the hands of the three men, as if something bad was in store for her.

Along with the very loud ringing of disco sounds, there was a very loud shout from Margaux. However, everyone else was still dancing, and no one seemed to notice her screams.

The men dragged Margaux to a location where she had lost track of the disco bar.

Margaux couldn't figure out why she was crying in the middle of the night.

"D-Declan! Release me, Declan help!" she yelled, but no one came to her aid.

As she sobbed, she could hear the men's deafening laughter.

A man let go of her hand in order to caress her leg with his fingers.

"N-no! N-no! Please, please. H-have mercy, please! Let me go."

Two other men were holding both of her arms, and it wasn't until she realized she was in a sinful room that she realized what was going on.

She screamed and sobbed for assistance. Margaux then felt a hand on her womanhood.

"Nooooooooo!"

Margaux's attention was drawn to the door because of a loud bang.

Declan was standing in the door jamb, fist clenched, looking at her lying on the bed and being molested by men lusting after flesh.

"D-Declan......" She stiffened. Her heart was pounding at a rapid pace. The men have also stopped molesting her and are now staring at a young man whose face cannot be printed.

"M-Margaux..." Declan said as he looked at the men who were molesting her.

The young man clenched his fists at the criminals who were about to rape her because of the speed of events. Margaux screamed as she was not used to seeing such a sensitive commotion in front of her.

Declan's face darkened as he looked at the man who had suddenly scrambled out of the room and even hit his head on the partition of the wall.

Declan's gaze was drawn to her, and he approached her slowly, bowed, and knelt to check on her.

Margaux couldn't help but embrace the young man. Sobbing.

Margaux wasn't sure if she was holding his breath because her hug was so tight, but the young man didn't complain.

"T-Thank you, D-Declan; I-I'm not sure what's going on with me right now if you don't come."

Declan was deafeningly quiet. Instead, he simply allowed her to embrace the young man too tightly.

"I told you, it's dangerous for a woman to walk around without any resistance to men who crave flesh, and you..." He paused. Margaux was also relieved by Declan's voice, which indicated that he was...angry but concerned.

"You're so stubborn, Margaux... You're so stubborn that I just want to smack my head against the wall; what if I don't come? What's wrong with you now—"

Margaux manages to speak up in between sobs.

"I'm s-sorry.... I-I really want to go home, b-because I really am not comfortable with the place Declan." Finally she had said it all.

"Bullshit! Why didn't you just tell me first hand?"

Margaux simply closed her eyes due to Declan's scream. Margaux just hugged Declan even tighter around his massive frame. "I... I just had an idea—"

"—Are you going home alone? Am I right there?" She didn't respond.

For a brief moment, the surroundings were deafeningly quiet. She was startled when Declan grabbed her arms and wrapped them around her body and stood up.

She was afraid of being left in the room and knew she didn't deserve to be there.

When Margaux noticed Declan, he immediately removed his coat and wrapped it around her thighs.

For some reason, and for the first time, she just looked at the young man as he did that. Declan made her feel secure.

Today, he isn't the Declan who teases her all the time, but the Declan who genuinely wants to protect her.

Margaux later realized that her buttocks had simply risen away from the bed as a result of the young man's load.

"Let's go home," he said, but Margaux was speechless and couldn't respond.

Margaux's system was still filled with fear and nervousness, especially when she heard the horrifying voices of those men who wanted to move her even further.

For the first time, she appreciates Declan's assistance.

Margaux feels safe in his care for the first time.

They didn't agree on many things, but at the time, she wanted to thank Declan for saving her from the hands of those men who were planning to do unnecessary things to her.

Declan's eyes darkened as he remembered the fear that had crept into Margaux's face when he saw the girl lying on the bed while being feasted on by three mad men lusting after flesh.

He had no idea why he suddenly felt the urge to kill at those times.

Margaux only said goodbye to go in the comfort, but Declan was surprised when the girl still couldn't come back after only five minutes, so he immediately followed her.

Only to discover that Margaux had been molested and that he was still inside the room where much sin had already occurred.

He erupted in rage. He didn't control his rage; instead, he let it out by fighting those three.

But the one who remained standing fled when he realized he couldn't stand up to another standing man whos is Declan disarmed the men who had molested Margaux.

He was also irritated when the girl declined his offer to accompany her to the restroom, which was.... She wishes to return home without informing him.

In short, Margaux lied to him.

Now that he was driving home, he called Lucifer and Tanner to let them know he couldn't return to their table.

They even inquired as to the reason, but he purposefully hung up the phone.

Declan looked at Margaux, who was now stunned, as if out of her mind, and knew it was the result of what had happened.

"M-Margaux..." Declan called her name, but she froze and jumped in fear as a result of his sudden speech.

Margaux gave him a menacing look.

"Is-there s-something y-you n-need?" She crammed herself into the farthest corner of his car in the passenger seat at the same time.

And was afraid he'd be able to touch her like those men did, but he couldn't... Declan should have been more cautious now that he can see fear in her eyes.

"Are you..." What should he instead ask Margaux?

Instead of speaking, he remained silent and resumed driving, his attention focused on the road.

Many scenarios flashed through his mind, all of which involved charging the three men who had done it against his will. Margaux's unwillingness to molest it and almost.... shit!

Declan became agitated, but on the other hand, he questioned himself over and over.

Why did he become suddenly concerned about Margaux?

What's the deal with... He appears to want to protect her as much as possible.

Margaux was still in the passenger seat to his right, in the corner of the side of his car.

Declan turned the steering wheel and pulled over to the side of the road. It was after eleven o'clock at night, and only a few vehicles like them were passing on the road that was openly passable.

Then he looked at her, and Declan could see her fear right through her.

"M-Margaux—"

"D-don't t-touch me pleaseeee, don't!" The girl held out his hand as he was about to hold Margaux's hand.

She was sobbing as well, and Declan tried everything he could to get Margaux to look at him.

Declan felt millions of needles piercing his chest when he saw Margaux's tears streaming down from her eyes to her cheeks after he successfully presented her face to him.

She even wrapped her palm around his holds to remove the hands he had on her cheek, but Declan wouldn't let go.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he spoke.

"It's just me; no more men will ever hurt you."

However, Margaux was hesitant. Her eyes were dull as well, as if she had been separated from him.

Declan then sighed.

He was sorry for her; it was all his fault, no matter how he looked at it.

Declan felt compelled to inflict pain on himself as a result of his folly. It's insufficient, and the girl comes across as almost vulgar in... That is, in a pleasant location.... shit!

"I'll just take you home," said the girl, who didn't say anything but didn't nod or give him any strange signal to do so.

He simply shook his hand and sat in the driver's seat. Declan then started the engine and let it roar.

When he turned to look again, Margaux covered herself with his coat.

It still avoids his presence. Declan had no choice but to return the car to the girl's home.

He didn't have to ask because he already knew where the girl lived.

Declan was quietly driving along the road when he heard Margaux's weak sobs again.

Shit!

He turns the steering wheel once more, only to find himself staring at Margaux, who is shaking in her seat...

"M-Margaux! What's w-wrong?" he exclaimed, unsure what to do and restless.

Declan then raised his hand to examine her forehead, but she did not have a fever. It was literally shaking so much that he turned Margaux's body to face him again and again for a warm hug.

He felt the thing between his thighs come alive again just as Margaux's skin pressed against his body.

But this was not the time for him to cool down. To ease the simulation of releasing his body heat.

He must not profit from Margaux's current situation. And he will exert as much restraint as possible.

When his pain hurts as a result of restraint, it's up to him; he doesn't care about it any longer.

Declan felt Margaux's hand encircling his waist, preparing to give him a hug in return. Only to realize he was struggling to breathe.

Fuck! M-Margaux. Why are you treating me like this?

Declan was losing himself, and it was Margaux's moist breasts, pressed against his, that brought him back to the present.

"D-don't leave me pl-please, I-I'm scared," she said, terrified and trembling. Declan notices that Maragux's embrace with him has tightened even more.

Because of what Margaux said, he already had an idea in his head that he knew this was the only thing he could do to keep an eye on the maiden on an hourly basis.

He was also uncomfortable leaving it at home alone, so he considered taking the girl home himself.

Declan was tapping her back and letting her cry in his chest because he wanted to soothe her fear through him.

Its breath dwindled gradually. The arms that wrapped around him were also gradually knotted.

Declan lowers his gaze and notices Margaux closing his eyes in a relaxed manner. However, He's not at ease.

Because her body was already so hot, he decided to move her. He was just biting his lower lip to keep himself under control.

Deep. Until he got a taste of the blood in his mouth. And it was all because he clenched his teeth tightly to keep himself from taking advantage of Margaux... In her current state, no.

Declan reached for his cellphone on the dashboard and dialed Conrad's number to have the courtyard of his room repaired.

His room was a shambles and still smelled of alcohol, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving the girl alone in such a complicated environment.

He even told Conrad to get rid of anything that was no longer needed in his room and, to the greatest extent possible, to get rid of anything he could no longer use.

"And what about Phoebe's picture frame on your side table, sir? Should I also throw it away—"

"Don't make the mistake of moving that, Conrad; I'm the only one who can fight you if you do."

"I was just wondering, sir—"

"Understood?" "Don't put your fingers on Phoebe's photo."

"O-okay," Conrad said, indicating that he had disconnected the phone call.

CARRYING the soundly sleeping Margaux in his arms, Declan took care not to wake her up.

Conrad only followed him to his room and opened the door.

The steward, like him, was deafeningly quiet.

He lowered his gaze to Margaux. Her face was pressed against his chest, clearly tired from crying.

Declan was in need while looking at the girl's condition, so she couldn't even move or move to change her position.

"Because Margaux was with you, sir, you directed me to clean in your room; it's just refreshing because back then—"

"Just get me some cold water in a basin, Conrad," Declan says, cutting to what the steward is saying.

"It is my pleasure, sir," he said as he walked away to carry out his orders.

He looked down at the girl, who was now lying freely on his soft bed. Her damp outer garment caused her to cry and sweat.

He felt the same way, but he had to prioritize the girl's health because she would become ill if he didn't go.

Declan turned around when he felt the gradual resurrection of the object between his two thighs when he looked down at the girl's thigh down to her feet.

"Holy fucker of sweet juices, please bear with me this time, bare with me! Ahh. Fuck! Fuck it! Why do you keep bulging my friend? That was Margaux only. Only her. Please loosen your bone now," he said angrily, his eyes focusing on its bulging length.

Maybe he was crazy to talk to his manhood, who was unable to respond now that he was bulging even more, as if he wanted to get out of his pants.

Declan pretended to be unconscious when he noticed Conrad carrying the basin in both hands and the towel over his right shoulder.

This is a fucking fuck!

"Here's what you're after, sir. Margaux's swab is already there in case you find the—"

"You may depart at this time, Conrad, and please accept my gratitude for your assistance."

Conrad only gave him a wry look before lowering his gaze to Margaux, prompting him to quickly lift the white blanket to cover Margaux's overly exposed thigh and leg before returning his gaze to the caretaker.

"Do you need anything else, Conrad?" Instead, he simply stared at him with his eyes wide open.

Conrad's response stunned him.

"That's how you were with Phoebe, who just made after your money, sir; let me just remind you, you are no longer in your old world where you are free to play with anyone; I even witnessed you failing, and maybe when that happens again—"

"Not happening, Conrad; I vowed before that the same thing would never happen again; I am now a well-built Declan Heisenberg who will never be beaten by a woman again."

Conrad gave a friendly smile.

"Then I will leave, and I am confident that I will leave you without causing you any pain." He turned around, but before he could take a step, Conrad faced him again, his left brow slightly raised.

"Regarding the identity of the woman you saw the last time you went to Muchàs Gràcias, my team now has her fingerprint and even her cornea and iris scanner; the identity of that woman will be revealed soon."

"At the moment, my team is conducting a thorough investigation using their servers and IP."

Will he be happy about it? Yes, because there was another woman who just turned him around, except for his great ex-girlfriend Phoebe, about whom he now has no information.

He had last seen the girl while still in England. Declan, on the other hand, admitted that Phoebe, his ex-girlfriend, still has a place in his heart, which he hasn't changed and hasn't been reduced by even 1%.

"I'm leaving, sir Declan. Please behave," Conrad said last, and he knew Conrad meant something else, so he just smiled.

"I'll be nice now that—"

"But your pennis aren't," Conrad shook, stunned by his bulging pants.

Shit! Conrad discovered him with a massive bonner between his legs.

"Conrad, you must have left!"

"All right!" Conrad waved goodbye before turning his back on him, just as the steward's weak footsteps were leaving his room.

Declan's eyes dropped again when the man vanished from his sight because he was still stiff.

How long will you be sleeping there, my friend? When you are going to get back into a tight spot?

He narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling. He was sick of shaking hands with people when he had nowhere to go.

To put it another way, he now needs to come out with another hot body, but... Margaux isn't...

"Fuck! I can't do that to her!" He looked down at his still stiff stretch. "Stop commanding like a mad warrior, my friend; have mercy on me and stop torturing me in this manner."

His stomach is bothering him once more.

But he has to keep his cool, doesn't he? He needs to keep his cool.

But, with the rest of his time to get dressed and relieve the sweat that had engulfed Margaux's body, Declan found himself sitting back in the cubicle, making himself happy with his hands, which were occasionally shouting the name of the unconscious maiden.