<h4>Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Where Are the Real People Exciting in the Video?</h4>


    On her way to work, Chloe Simpson still felt a vague sense of unease in her heart.


    Her mind kept reying scenes fromst night, and the name she had called out over and over again—Alexander.


    Apart from that vivid memory, everything else was aplete blur.


    But judging by Lucas Hughes’ demeanor, the person fromst night must have been him.


    This morning, when he came into the master bedroom to tuck her in, he clearly saw the marks all over her body.


    But if the person fromst night was Lucas, then this was a disaster.


    After all, the name she kept crying out was Alexander’s.


    And if it wasn’t Lucas, wouldn’t that be an even bigger disaster?


    Alexander had left so many marks on her body, and those marks had been seen by Lucas.


    But it probably wasn’t Alexander who left those marks; otherwise, why would Lucas have seen them and said nothing?


    The more she thought about it, the more chaos engulfed her mind, rising to an unbearable level—it was driving her insane.


    But try as she might, she couldn’t make sense of it, so she simply chose to no longer think about it.


    She and Alexander had indeed been together many times. If she had to obsess over every little detail, she would’ve been unable to go on living long ago.


    As for Lucas, she really had no solution for now. Perhaps it was best to just leave things as they were.


    Meanwhile, back in the marital home,pared to Chloe’s turmoil and unease, Lucas Hughes was positively ecstatic, filled with excitement and thrill.


    Hey on the bed, watching a high-definition video he had recorded on his phone.


    He immediately got hard!


    In the past, he had either recorded at night or done so secretly, which made the footage less clear.


    But this time, he had installed a high-definition camera in advance, plus Alexander and Chloe had left the lights on during their sessionst night.


    The video was remarkably clear, especially Chloe’s expressions.


    Whether it was the initial pretense of resistance, the desperate pleading during the act, or her wild self-touching at the end, straddling Alexander...


    Every single detail was captured in the video, without exception.


    "Fuck! What a filthy little slut! Chloe, after all these years of knowing you, you always seemed so innocent on the surface. Who would’ve thought you were this repressed and raunchy behind closed doors?"


    "Damn, what a pity. I never got to have her myself. Imagine how thrilling it would’ve been these past five years, how satisfying!"


    Lucas muttered to himself as he watched the video.


    But then again, it wasn’t toote.


    His "little problem" had nearly recovered by now; in a little while, he’d be fully functional again.


    By then, Chloe would be nothing more than his ything, his to do with as he pleased.


    And so, Lucas spent the entire morning lying in bed, reying the high-definition video on his phone over and over again.


    But whether it was from watching it too many times, losing that initial rush of excitement, or for some other reason, in the end, he found himself hardening only to go soft again.


    "Fuck! What the hell is this? Why does it keep going soft?"


    Lucas turned off the video, and with a loud "smack," flung his phone to the ground.


    He grabbed at his hair maniacally, over and over again.


    Why wasn’t it working?


    Why, after all this effort, was he still just that little bit short of full recovery?


    "Ahhh!"


    Lucas let out a wild, guttural scream.


    After screaming, he sat silently for a long, long time, gradually calming down bit by bit.


    That’s when Chloe’s body from this morning, covered with those shocking marks, suddenly surfaced in his mind.


    And then Lucasughed, an eerie, unsettlingugh—of course, how could a videopare to the real thing!