Chapter 438

At the hotel, Wendy struggled to get up from the disheveled bed. It hurt all over. Her wrist throbbed, her back ached, and even her swollen throat burned like fire. After their intimacy, Melvin was in high spirits. He lounged on the single armchair, lit a cigarette, and casually placed a black card on the coffee table. He had a thing for pure, innocent women. But after a few rounds with Wendy, his patience had started to wear thin. Still, he liked to think of himself as a "gentlemanly lover". "Think of it as payment for the past few days. I know you're a porcelain doll who fell off some heir's bed, and you can't return to your old, poor life. I'm going to a meeting with my father later. If you're needy, you can go hang out with my friends. They like the ones who can last." Melvin chuckled, emphasizing the last three words. Women like Wendy, who could scream so wildly in bed despite her asthma, were highly favored. He never had a problem sharing his playthings with his buddies,