"WHAT?!
"But, we're fake couple." Fabiola reminded him with a pouting lip.
However, Lorenzo ignored her.
Fabiola looked around the room and apart from a bed, there was only a sofa seat. Judging by the current weather, even though the room was warm, she still might catch a cold after a night without a blanket.
Gritting her teeth, she decided to go to bed.
It wasn't like she hadn't slept with him before, and with Lorenzo's sexy body and handsome face, she didn’t lose anything.
Only as soon as she laid down, Lorenzo's whole body pressed up against her.
"You..." Fabiola exclaimed and subconsciously tried to push him away when he covered her mouth.
"Don't make a sound unless you don't want to know about the bracelet." Lorenzo threatened her, gesturing for her to look out the door.
It took Fabiola a moment to realize that someone was eavesdropping outside.
"Scream." Lorenzo ordered, and Fabiol

Upon entering the villa, Fabiola, even having seen Lorenzo's previous house, was still amazed by the sight.
Fabiola tried to hide how nervous she felt…
She had never been in the midst of rich people before.
Sergio,an old butler welcomed them in with a smile.
“Sir Diego is in his study.”Sergio informed them as they walked into the house.
"Wait on the ground floor while I see Grandpa in the study." Just entering the living room, Lorenzo left these words and went straight upstairs, leaving Fabiola who was at a loss.
"Young lady, this way please." The old butler was just about to lead her to the sofa when a middle-aged woman with delicate make-up came over.
But she showed a strong look of contempt; she didn’t welcome Fabiola.
This must be Lorenzo's calculating stepmother.
Lorenzo usually lived in town and it had taken them an hour to come over to the villa. During the trip he had given a bri

Since Lorenzo has made it known that Fabiola is his wife, she can no longer return to her rented room.
She was taken to Lorenzo's luxurious villa.
No sooner had the car pulled up in front of the golden gates than Fabiola was stunned by the sight before her, but at the same time she became frightened that she was getting used to it and would find it difficult to return to her previous life.
"Hello madam, I am the butler here. The young master has instructed me to take you to his bedroom."
Fabiola was still in a daze when an older man of about sixty years of age approached.
Lorenzo hadn't come back with her, he had told the driver to bring her over after explaining that something had come up at work.
Lorenzo's bedroom? But they were faking their marriage, were they really going to sleep together?
"Madame?" The butler spoke up again.
"Oh, yes." Fabiola nodded, presumably because Lorenzo didn't want anyone to find out they were in fake marriage, and she didn't want to cause him any more trouble, so she followed the butler upstairs without asking more questions.
As soon as the butler had shown her to the room, he walked away.
Fabiola took a good look at the bedroom, which was black, white, and grey in colour, but she could see that everything was expensive. The style was similar to his personality, cold and aloof, which was reminded her of his frown on the face.
When she was fully relaxed, she realized that her palms were covered in sweat and she decided to wash herself off before thinking about tomorrow.
When she walked into the bathroom, She stared at the bathtub and was completely stunned by its versatility.
Not caring if Lorenzo allowed her to use his bathroom, she immediately undressed and laid down in the bathtub.
"Mmmm..." The temperature was just right and Fabiola couldn't help but let out a sigh of comfort. Rich people were really good at enjoying themselves.
Perhaps she was too tired, and it didn't take long for her to fall asleep against the edge of the tub.
She had no idea how long she slept but she came awake to someone calling her name and shaking her.
She slowly opened her eyes to see Lorenzo.
“How can you fall asleep in the bathtub?If you’re not crazy then I have no idea what you are.”He let out.
When she finally regained her consciousness, she realized with a jolt that she was completely naked at the moment!
"Ah! You rascal! Get out!" Fabiola glared at him.
But Lorenzo had no intention of going out, and as he watched her try to be fierce, he was suddenly tempted to tease her. "Why should I?"
Is he being serious right now?
Although they had sex earlier, she was still uncomfortable being naked in front of him. She pleaded, "Big brother, would you be so kind as to get out of here until I get dressed first."
But she had underestimated Lorenzo's brazenness.
"It's not like I haven't seen it before, you were the one who started it." Lorenzo reminded her.
"Did it start only because we were drunk?" Fabiola argued anxiously. She had only had sex once, and if she hadn't been drunk, she wouldn't have dared to do it.
"Alright, then what will it take for you to leave me alone!"
Lorenzo was irritated by her expression that looked like she was dying, and it seemed that he was unattractive at all for her when she was sober.
Lorenzo's expression turned cold as he thought of this, "I don't force women. Clean the tub when you're done, as I don't like my things being touched by others!"
After saying that, Lorenzo left with annoyance.
The man changed so quick, but at least he was gone and Fabiola stood up, not caring about the insulting words he had said to her.
Although she hadn't had much contact with Lorenzo, she had a vague feeling that he wasn't a bad man, but he was just difficult to deal with, which was probably a common problem with rich people.
A strong sense of territoriality.
But when she stepped out of the bathroom and saw Lorenzo lounging on the bed, she realized the seriousness of the problem.
We weren't really going to sleep together tonight, were we?
Hearing her come out, Lorenzo only glanced at her before turning his eyes back to the financial magazine he was holding.
"Lorenzo, where am I going to sleep tonight?"
Lorenzo looked at her like she was a retard, and only when he noticed that she refused to move like a statue did he speak out with his icy tone,
"I have no intention of sleeping in a separate room from my new wife."

"WHAT?!
"But, we're fake couple." Fabiola reminded him with a pouting lip.
However, Lorenzo ignored her.
Fabiola looked around the room and apart from a bed, there was only a sofa seat. Judging by the current weather, even though the room was warm, she still might catch a cold after a night without a blanket.
Gritting her teeth, she decided to go to bed.
It wasn't like she hadn't slept with him before, and with Lorenzo's sexy body and handsome face, she didn’t lose anything.
Only as soon as she laid down, Lorenzo's whole body pressed up against her.
"You..." Fabiola exclaimed and subconsciously tried to push him away when he covered her mouth.
"Don't make a sound unless you don't want to know about the bracelet." Lorenzo threatened her, gesturing for her to look out the door.
It took Fabiola a moment to realize that someone was eavesdropping outside.
"Scream." Lorenzo ordered, and Fabiola, knowing it was for show, went submissive and moaned.
Moaning for almost half an hour, Fabiola got

Chapter 9