<h4>Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Making Love with Her, Falling in Love with Her</h4>


    Chloe Simpson’s overwhelming reactionpletely infected Alexander Johnson.


    His movements became increasingly frenzied.


    From behind, to the side, to a 180-degree position, and then to the floor—he practically exhausted every conceivable angle.


    That night, Alexander Johnson seemed utterly mad.


    It was as if years of longing were pouring out of him, fervent and unbridled.


    As if encountering Chloe again hadpletely unraveled him, igniting an uncontroble, almost manic desire to be with her, to love her!


    In the end, Chloe was utterly drained and passed out from exhaustion, and only then did Alexander show her a shred of mercy.


    He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom to clean her up.


    In her half-conscious state, Chloe felt a pair of hands gently soothing her body.


    The touch was soforting, so tender, reminiscent of the gentle care of a mother during childhood.


    Under these soft ministrations, she drifted deeper and deeper into slumber.


    That night, whether from sheer exhaustion or something else, Chloe slept exceptionally soundly.


    After everything that transpired, she didn’t wake until 10 a.m. the following day.


    By then, Alexander was already awake. He had gotten up, freshened up, and dressed, then carefully shut the master bedroom door.


    He remained seated in the living room, waiting patiently, until 10:40 a.m. when Lucas Hughes returned from the hospital.


    Lucas, assuming by then Alexander would have surely left, approached without concern.


    But to his shock, the moment he opened the door, he found Alexander sitting on the sofa in the living room.


    Alexander was smoking, and by the time Lucas entered, all that remained of his cigarette was a small stub.


    He heard the sound of the door, looked up at Lucas, and his previously calm expression instantly darkened.


    "Young Mister Johnson... what... what are you doing here?"


    Lucas hadn’t expected Alexander to still be lingering at this hour.


    Seeing the expression on Alexander’s face only made Lucas’s heart sink further.


    His mind involuntarily recalled that terrifying moment on the second day of his wedding, aboard the yacht, when Alexander wielded a dagger and warned him that if he couldn’t fulfill his duties, he might as well be castrated.


    Even now, despite the time that had passed, Lucas still shuddered with lingering fear.


    "Lucas Hughes, you get one chance. You’d best confess truthfully!"


    Alexander abruptly pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, his movements sharp and merciless.


    "Young Mister Johnson, I... what do you mean by that? What do you want me to confess?"


    Lucas’s heart skipped a beat, but his survival instincts kicked in—perhaps bluffing his way through could save him.


    "So you’re insisting on pushing your luck?"


    Alexander let out a coldugh, his gaze sweeping over Lucas before settling on his inner thigh.


    Lucas nced down instinctively, then reflexively covered himself. His legs gave out, and with a thud, he dropped to his knees.


    "Young Mister Johnson, I confess! It was me—everything was me, I did it. I spiked Chloe’s drink. I swear I had no idea you were still interested in her; otherwise, I would never have dared to do such a thing."


    "And you know... you know I’m... incapable. I only did this to let off some steam. Isn’t this something any normal man would understand?"


    "After all, Chloe and I have been together for five years, and yet I’ve never been with her, never... done anything... I..."


    "But I promise, this absolutely won’t happen again. Young Mister Johnson, you have to believe me. Just this once, please let it slide, for the fact that it was ultimately you and Chloe who were together. Just let it go—please, I’m begging you."


    Lucas appeared terrified, spilling the truth, but in reality, he had carefully calcted every word.


    While he’d always feared Alexander, this time he had the backing of Selene Wilson, the eldest daughter of the Wilson Family. Naturally, Lucas wasn’t as paralyzed by fear as before.


    "Tomorrow, you’re getting divorced from Chloe!"


    Alexander furrowed his brows slightly and gave themand in a steady, grave tone.


    "!"


    Lucas’s spine went rigid as he froze.


    Alexander was demanding that he divorce Chloe tomorrow?