That’s not a tattoo!
The two butterflies on the butterfly mark, one dark and one white, seemed to be flapping their wings and dancing gracefully.
It’s unbelievably beautiful, as if real, resting on the woman’s fair and delicate skin.
Such a beautiful mark belongs to the little wild cat.
And the little wild cat belongs to him.
His little wild cat, his woman, Adrian Davies’ woman, is so unique.
Not only this beautiful butterfly mark, but even every pore on her body is so exquisite, so unique!
Five years ago, he didn’t see these two butterflies at all, no, he didn’t have time to see them because she was holding him, needing him.
And he needed him at that time too...
The longing in Adrian’s eyes grew heavier.
He slowly bowed his head and kissed the beautiful butterfly mark...
But what he never expected was, in the moment his kiss landed on that butterfly mark, Melody Parker’s mind exploded...
Originally kissed by Adrian, Melody Parker was unaware of the time and place, originally weak all over, maybe in the next second she would be devoured by Adrian, suddenly felt as if she was suffocating.
She fiercely pushed Adrian aside.
Then, pale-faced and struggling to breathe, she painfully crawled up, enduring her discomfort, quickly rolled off the bed and fled...
Melody Parker ran into the bathroom, directly locking the bathroom door.
She leaned against the bathroom door, her body weakly sliding down, eventually squatting on the cold tiles.
What’s wrong with her?
Her chest was suffocating and uncomfortable, as if she could die at any moment.
Why?
Why did she suddenly feel short of breath the moment his kiss landed on the butterfly mark?
Moreover, on her back, more precisely at the butterfly mark on her shoulder blade, why did there suddenly grow a burning pain?
Melody Parker stood up and walked to the mirror in the bathroom.
She tightly gripped the crystal washbasin under the mirror, turning her body forcefully, looking at the butterfly mark by her shoulder blade through the mirror.
The butterfly was strangely glowing a blood-red color.
Melody Parker didn’t know what’s happening; she’d never encountered such a situation before.
But the burning sensation there was a real reminder to Melody Parker that everything was real.
She was genuinely short of breath from Adrian’s kiss, genuinely almost suffocated to death, genuinely in pain...
Adrian was suddenly pushed aside, not knowing what happened.
Seeing the woman’s pale face, gasping for breath as she fled to the bathroom, he immediately followed.
Adrian forcefully knocked on the bathroom door, "Melody, what’s wrong? Open the door!"
"..."
No response from her, no sound from the bathroom.
Adrian grew anxious, "Melody, open the door and let me in."
"..." Still no response.
Adrian pounded the door harder, "Melody, hurry up and open the door!"
Finally, Melody Parker responded.
She looked in the direction of the bathroom door and yelled hoarsely, "Adrian Davies, go away! Just go! I don’t want to see you!"
Hearing Melody Parker’s voice, Adrian’s anxious heart calmed down.
She’s okay, that’s good.
Adrian’s dark eyes intimately gazed at the bathroom door, as if he could see the woman inside through the frosted glass door.
"Melody, we have already borne two children. You’re already my woman, Adrian Davies’ woman by rights. Why are you doing this? Melody, come out, okay? I have something to tell you."
Adrian’s voice sounded hoarse and gentle, mixed with an unutterable sadness and grievance.
Does she not like him, in all his twenty-plus years never having dated, only feeling disdain for women?
But ever since he met her, his life changed. When he learned the woman from five years ago was her, and they had borne him two children, he felt as if he soared with joy.
He had found love and children; his painful childhood and miserable youth no longer tormented him.
He wanted to give her all his love, so she and the children could be happy forever.
But he couldn’t have imagined she didn’t love him!
What to do?
It can’t be, she enjoyed his kiss at first; this implies she doesn’t dislike him.
Yet, Melody Parker remained indifferent.
She coldly looked at the man outside through the frosted glass door, "Adrian Davies, you’d better leave this room, or I won’t be polite to you!"
The woman’s voice was cold, without a trace of warmth.
Adrian naturally felt it.
Knowing the woman was truly angry, Adrian’s expression darkened.
She truly doesn’t like him, doesn’t want him?
No, no, many women want to crawl into Adrian Davies’ bed, but only she pushes him away!
Suddenly being pushed aside, having the scent right before him disappear, he hadn’t even gotten angry yet. What was she angry about?
What went wrong?
Just now she seemed to enjoy his kiss.
Moreover, she didn’t reject him, did she?
Adrian, with a darkened face, carefully recalled...
At first, everything was normal between them.
When he kissed the butterfly mark on her shoulder blade, everything changed.
Her sudden intense reaction, pale face, strong enough to push him away.
And now, upon reflection, the aura she emitted at that time seemed like she could fight him to death at any moment.
The butterfly mark is so beautiful, he could tell at a glance, it’s definitely not tattooed.
It must be natural, right?
Now Adrian is extremely sure all of Melody Parker’s series of changes are trigged by that butterfly mark.
At this moment, he recalled what Maxwell Parker once said, "Melody’s identity is special, you’ll understand in the future!"
"Someone deliberately intercepted Melody’s living expenses, and that person is definitely not Phoebe!"
These were the words Maxwell Parker said, he didn’t care at the time.
Having figured all this out, Adrian gently knocked on the door, "Melody, open the door, let’s have a talk."
At that moment, Melody Parker wasn’t in the mood to talk with Adrian, and she didn’t believe someone truly had something to discuss with her.
She looked at the door and coldly refused, "There’s nothing to discuss between us. Leave!"
Seeing Melody Parker didn’t open the door, Adrian said nothing more, but directly asked, "Melody, what’s with the butterfly mark on you?"
Melody Parker instinctively shook her head, "I don’t know."
Yes, she doesn’t know.
The butterfly mark and the fragrance she carries, she was born with them, she doesn’t know what they are.
She even more doesn’t know why she had such a series of reactions when Adrian kissed that mark.
By this time, the sky outside had already brightened, Adrian knocked on the door softly, "Melody, come out, I promise I won’t touch you again."
However, Adrian’s credibility is evidently not high with Melody Parker.