Natasha's POVI hadn't even fully regained my senses when my legs were forcefully spread apart by Jaclyn Dills.His lips were pressed directly against my most intimate area, and his tongue seemed to replace a certain part as it moved in and out, the frequency increasing.I desperately tried to close my legs, but I couldn't muster any strength. I felt a hollow emptiness creeping up my body from below, as if this emptiness, if not filled, would leave me famished and perishing.It had the power to make one lose all sense of reason, and before I could regain my composure, Jaclyn Dills had taken me to new heights.Floating down from the clouds, I saw the glistening silver thread at the corner of Jaclyn Dills' lips, drawing an arc in the air before descending. A wave of intense heat surged through my entire body, pooling in my mind, buzzing loudly.I had allowed this man to succeed, reaching the pinnacle under his lips. The lingering sensations continued, with no sign of abating. If I were

Natasha POV I emerged from the finance department, pondered for a moment, and decided to head up to the twelfth floor to find Tommy Fox. In terms of both reason and emotion, I owed him my thanks. Upon my arrival, Tommy Fox was engaged with an important client, and his assistant Lucy politely ushered me into a small waiting room outside. I was well aware that ever since I set foot in the firm, everyone had been casting a peculiar gaze my way. It wasn't because I had suddenly transformed into a breathtaking beauty; it was the Jaclyn Dills effect. After marrying Jaclyn Dills, I tried to keep a low profile. I wasn't accustomed to exposing every aspect of my life to the scrutiny of others. I wasn't a celebrity; I was just an ordinary woman. However, Jaclyn Dills' feathers were too splendid, and standing next to him, I couldn't escape the attention. Especially him, too high-profile, generating endless rumors just after our marriage. I experienced firsthand

Jaclyn POV I suddenly realized that these short separations were even more unbearable than the two years of distance before. The ringtone of my phone brought me back to reality, and I glanced at it, frowning involuntarily. I believed that the Catherine sisters had completely exited my life, especially Catherine. The reason I didn't bother with her unscrupulous tactics was that I felt the best way to deal with a woman like Catherine was to ignore her. Besides, Catherine still had some pride, and I thought she wouldn't entangle herself further. So, seeing the incoming call on my phone, I felt briefly surprised but still answered. "What's the matter?" My voice was cold and indifferent, as if Catherine was an unrelated subordinate, and there was a hint of impatience. This tone instantly shattered Catherine's last trace of conscience. Catherine laughed sarcastically a few times. "President Dills is so busy that his wife doesn't know what sh

Natash's POV Jaclyn·Dills' rage surged like a storm, causing me to involuntarily shrink back. This version of Jaclyn·Dills was unfamiliar to me. Despite his usual cold and distant demeanor, he had always carried himself with refinement. The elegance he exuded seemed almost ingrained in his character. Until now, he had never acted in such a manner, not even during our previous conflicts that led to him storming out. The current Jaclyn·Dills had completely abandoned his composure and refinement. His gaze bore a multitude of emotions on the verge of eruption—icy coldness, anger, jealousy, embarrassment, and suspicion—all of which sent shivers down my spine. It took a moment for me to comprehend his words squeezed through his gritted teeth. He was asking about Tommy·Fox. I hesitated briefly, unsure how to explain my relationship with Tommy·Fox. My momentary hesitation, however, was directly interpreted by Jaclyn·Dills as something else. In Jaclyn·Dills' e

Natasha's POVI was lost in the memories of Perry's birth. Perry was born in October, during the windy autumn of the Red Moon Pack. It's rare to find a day without wind in autumn, especially in recent years when dust storms frequently visited, casting a gloomy hue over the Red Moon Pack's autumn. Even on clear days, there was a hint of melancholy in the air.But that day was truly a good day, much like the first time I saw Jaclyn Dills at home. I sat on the windowsill of my room on the second floor, not really daydreaming, but thinking about Jaclyn Dills I had seen a few days ago. He was so elegant, gentle, and charming, like the prince from the fairy tales my mother used to read to me.Lost in my thoughts, my face unconsciously heated up. I touched my face and, looking down, saw my father and Linda welcoming three people into the yard with smiles. I immediately spotted Jaclyn Dills. It felt surreal, like a dream. He strolled leisurely, landed at the back, stood next to a bamboo plant