The Celibate Tycoon Has Fallen

To treat her sister's illness, she offered herself to a stranger.

A year later, during a gathering with her new boyfriend's friends, she was pinned against the bathroom wall by that man.

He hooked his finger under her waistband, “On that bed a year ago, you called my name 68 times.”

Some were from unbearable pain, some were frantic pleas.

“You've got the wrong person, I've never met you.”

Yelena Hughes fled in panic, returned to the box, only to be pulled by her boyfriend in front of the man, “The kind of medicine that can save your sister, only Young Master Yale has it.”

She lowered herself, pleading pitifully, “Young Master, I beg you.”

Jasper Yale placed a cigarette in his mouth, biting the end, his face cold and heartless, yet his gaze entangled her, pulling her back into the madness of that night.

Ash trickled into her low-cut neckline, Yelena shivered from the heat, only to be grabbed by Jasper Yale, pulling her closer.

“Medicine, I have plenty. What do you have to exchange?”