Chapter 406

She was resting her head on Jack's arm. Even now, her beautiful, silky arm was stacked on top of Jack's, appearing disheveled. When Wendy lifted the covers and found herself bare, images of last night's drunken rendezvous instantly flooded her mind. Though drunk, every detail from last night appeared clear as day to Wendy, including the wild intensity of it all. Their every intimate touch replayed in her mind. The blood stain on the bed reminded Wendy that everything that had happened last night was real. She felt slightly dazed. After all, something she had kept sacred for over 20 years had just been taken away by a farmer's son she had once looked down upon. However, when she reminisced about what had happened last night, Wendy did not feel any regret. Perhaps there was a hint of wistfulness. Truthfully, she was wilder than Jack last night. She was shocked even as she was thinking about it now—why had she been so willing and eager? And more than that, why had it been with this