Loves Remedies Falling For My Stoic Hero

Leanna Powell burst through the door, a folder in her hand.

Just as she was about to yell, the sounds from the bedroom halted her, altering her facial expression instantly.

"Nate, be careful... It's too much for me..."

She heard the voice of a woman whose moans intensified.

At twenty, Leanna was no stranger to what these sounds usually meant.

Yet, in this villa, it was just her and her uncle, Nate Holland. She refused to believe he was the one that made the woman moan in the bedroom.

The folder fell from her grip, papers scattering everywhere, as Leanna hastened to the bedroom door and flung it open.

Inside, the light was faint, a man's back visible, moving in a steady rhythm, his lower half obscured by a thin quilt. The man's face was out of view.

Just by seeing his back, she knew it was her uncle.

Underneath him, a woman appeared to be in the throes of immense pleasure.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Leanna picked up a shoe by the door and threw it at them, shouting, "Nate, I hate you!"

Then, she bolted from the room.

After she slammed the gate of this villa, Nate sat up, tossing aside the quilt.

His upper body was bare, but he was wearing pants.

Lighting a cigarette, he inhaled deeply and exhaled, the smoke blurring his attractive features. His eyes were cold and menacing, showing no lust.

The woman sat up, too, clad only in her bra. She reached for Nate's waist with a seductive smile. "Let's not let this upset us. Shall we go on?"

Nate looked at her unemotionally and ordered sharply, "Leave now."

The woman hesitated, longing to turn their staged act into reality, having made it to Nate's bed.

"Nate," she whispered, tracing her fingers along his waist.

In this city, Elesmond, Nate Holland's authority was unmatched. His commands were seldom challenged, and those who did often faced severe consequences. Without a second thought, Nate shoved the woman off the bed.

"Darren, escort her out."