Amelia helped Victor out of the study, but as they reached the corner of the stairs, they ran into Chris.

He was just chilling there, leaning against the wall, his eyes casually sweeping over Amelia before he stepped forward to heIp support Victor's other arm.

"What were you doing just now, leaving Amelia to come over alone?"Victor snapped at him.

"You should ask her," Chris shot back, sneaking a glance at Amelia from behind Victor. His gaze was intense, but she didn't even flinch.

He cursed under his breath, 'Damn it!'

"Forget it, you young people always give me a headache. But today, you better take good care of Amelia. If she complains about you to me, you'll be in big trouble. And..." Victor started to lecture, but Amelia and Chris were already tuning him out.

Victor was the star of today's party, and as soon as he showed up,everyone from the Spencer family flocked around him, exchanging greetings and making the whole place buzz with excitement.

Amelia took a few steps back, finding a quiet corner to sit and sip on some freshly squeezed juice, wondering when it would be a good time to make her exit.

"Miss Tudor, would you like another glass?" a maid with a sweet voice asked,smiling.

Amelia looked up and realized she didn't recognize this maid. Must be

new. Otherwise, why would she be so warm to her?

"Sure, another glass, please. Thanks." Amelia felt like the room was unusually warm today. The sweet and tangy juice might help cool her down a bit.

In about ten minutes, she had downed two glasses of juice, but instead of cooling off, she felt even hotter, and some weird sensations were creeping up on her.

Was her vision impairment getting so bad that it was affecting other parts of her body too?

"What's wrong, Amelia?" Victor came over with his cane, looking concerned. "Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to get someone to check on you?"

Amelia quickly waved him off. "It's not necessary, Grandpa. I'm just a bit tired."

"Then you should go rest. I'll have someone take you there. No point in staying here if you're not feeling well," Victor said gently.

Amelia was about to say she wanted to go back, but then she remembered that Victor didn't know she and Chris were on the verge of divorce.Plus,Chris had just threatened her, so she couldn't let Victor catch on.

"Okay, I'll gorest then." Amelia decided to stay here for the night.

The maid led her to the master bedroom on the third floor where she used to stay, "Mrs. Spencer, please rest. I won't disturb you."

After the door closed, Amelia went in, took a quick shower, and changed into a thin nightgown.

She couldn't tell if it was just her imagination, but her head felt unusually heavy, and that strange sensation was still there.

She closed her eyes,hoping to sleep. She didn't know how much time had passed when she suddenly felt someone beside her.

In her groggy state, Amelia thought she was dreaming and didn't bother to open her eyes.

"Sleeping so soundly?" Chris muttered. Propping his chin with one hand,he looked at Amelia's peaceful sleeping face in the dark, feeling something unusal.

They had been married for three years but had never slept in the same bed.It was only because Victor ordered him to take care of her that he reluctantly came over.

But who was she thinking about? Her brows were furrowed so tightly.

"Chris..." Suddenly, a sweet murmur escaped from Amelia's throat.

Chris's whole body tensed up inexplicably, his gaze darkening.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyelashes trembling lightly,and her soft body exuded a fresh and captivating fragrance, making her incredibly alluring.

"You still love me, don't you?" Chris quietly observed her, suddenly noticing something off in her expression.

Amelia's delicate brows were slightly furrowed, unconscious moans of discomfort escaping her throat, her body moving involuntarily. Most importantly, she wasn't fully conscious,

Was she drugged with an aphrodisiac, or was she doing this on purpose,

trying to seduce him?

Chris's gaze darkened.

"Chris." She moaned softly again.

This time he heard it more clearly.

The next moment, she turned over, her hot, delicate arm draping over his waist,rubbing unconsciously, clearly already in a state of emotional turmoil.

Chris's gaze grew even darker. Damn it, today he found Amelia's face increasingly tempting, her voice and body the same.

She was seducing him, arousing his desire.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Chris's hand stroked her neck, trying to snap her out of it.

The pressure wasn't heavy, but the touch on a sensitive spot made Amelia snap to attention. She opened her eyes, and when she saw who was in front of her, she was shocked and pushed him away hard.

"Why is it you?" Her voice was loud with fear, not knowing what had just happened.

But that simple question instantly pissed Chris off.

He laughed lowly, looking down at her. "If not me,then who? Amelia,who do you expect to sleep with you? Are you that desperate for a man?"

It was only then that Amelia sensed something abnormal; she became aware of the lust surging within her.

At this moment, all she could think of was to get out of there immediately.

She tried to get up but found herself weak, her legs trembling as she fell onto the thick carpet.

Chris swiftly stepped forward, grabbed her, and threw her back onto the bed.

Before Amelia could react, he was already pressing her down on the bed.

Her back sank into the soft silk quilt, the cool touch not quenching the fire-like desire in her heart but instead fueling it, threatening to consume her sanity.

The next moment, she heard his mocking words. "Had enough of pretending?"

Chris gripped her shoulders tightly, with humiliation and contempt."I know exactly what you're up to. You think sleeping with me and getting pregnant will secure your position as Mrs. Spencer."

He laughed lowly. "But to fulfill Grandpa's wish, I don't mind making you pregnant."

With that, he lowered his head and kissed her, his hand pressing her head firmly.

Shame and anger surged in her heart, overshadowing the desire induced by the aphrodisiac. Amelia was filled with resentment.

Why did Chris always have to humiliate her like this? She was a normal person;she also could, feel hurt and pain.

Chris was gentler than last time. He held her lips, entangling her tongue,his hot, broad hand patiently teasing and caressing her body.

Her body was immersed in desire, but her rationality made her suffer. The ridiculous thing was, to fulfill Victor's wish, Chris could even compromise himself to sleep with her.

As Amelia closed her eyes in disappointment, a tear fell. Then she raised her foot and kicked fiercely to Chris, while he was in the intimate moment.

Chris's calf was suddenly kicked hard by her, the pain not significant but enough to anger him again.

"Let go of me; get away!" Amelia's eyes were glistening with tears. "I could have sex to anyone, except you!"

"Don't forget we're not divorced yet." Chris was almost driven mad by her words, losing his rationality, "Are you thinking of cheating? Dream on."

This time, he was no longer gentle; he roughly tore off her thin nightgown.exposing her full, tempting body, his eyes filledwith desire.

Amelia frantically tried to cover herself but was grabbed by Chris,her hands pinned to the bed. his strong thigh forcing her legs apart.

She was forced into a humiliating position, her face flushed with anger,brimming with tears.

His gaze darkened, sneering. "Who do you want to see you like this?

Shawn or Lucius?"

Amelia cursed, "Chris, you bastard!"

Facing her curse, Chris just sneered. The next moment, he indifferently thrust into her body.

Amelia's face turned pale, biting her lip in pain but stubbornly refusing to

cry out.

Red blood flowed from where their bodies joined,staining the sheets.

It was a symbol of purity, softening Chris's expression. He was about to say something when Amelia sneered and closed her eyes calmly,saying"Just finish quickly."

Her careless attitude enraged Chris.

Chris asked. "Do you have to provoke me?"

"Fine, I'll grant your wish!" With that, he lifted her waist in a rude manner,using a deep position, entering her body roughly and repeatedly.

During her first time having sex, Amelia could hardly endure such rough and violent passion. However, due to the aphrodisiac in her system, the physical pain transformed into overwhelming pleasure and ecstasy.

Amelia bit her lip the whole time, even drawing blood, cold sweat drippng from her forehead, but she stubbornly refused to moan.

This night was destined to be long and hard.

Chris, as if in a fit of anger, tormented Amelia again and again unti1 she moaned sweetly, her eyes red, begging him for mercy. Only then did he become gentle, ending the intense sex.

The first light of dawn pierced through the gap in the blackout curtains,falling on Amelia's pale, beautiful face. She hadn't woken up yet; under the covers was her slender body marked with traces of sex. At this moment,she was being watched by a pair of eyes.