Chapter 14: Special Treatment

Bethany calmed down, shedding her fear. With the corner of her eye, she glimpsed the broad shoulders of the man behind her.

"Is this just a coincidence, or are you waiting for me?" Bethany doubted the man's intentions.

"Which possibility would you prefer?" There was a hint of teasing in his tone.

Bethany replied, "What if I said I didn't want you to be here at all?"

Vincent chuckled softly, "Are you afraid of your fiancé finding out about my presence?"

"I'm here for treatment, not an affair with you. What's there to be afraid of?" Bethany asserted, although her words betrayed her true feelings.

Seeing through her facade, driven by a conquering desire, Vincent lifted her dress, and his slender fingers traced her thigh. "Well, let me re-evaluate the effectiveness of the treatment."

Bethany stiffened at the unexpected examination.

Before she could react to stop him, the man had already succeeded, and he continued his audacious actions.

"Let go of me."

She resisted fiercely, but her efforts were futile against the man's restraint. The vast power imbalance between Vincent and Bethany was starkly evident at that moment.

"I don't want the examination now. Remove your hand," Bethany said.

But Vincent still didn't stop. Bethany added, "Try to move again, and I'll call for help."

"Do you think I'm afraid?" Vincent showed no fear of her threats, even blowing into her ear maliciously. "Go ahead, scream. As long as you're not afraid of our secret being exposed."

Bethany trembled.

She was afraid.

If anyone found out, even if she was in the right, such an intimate treatment method wouldn't be accepted.

The prejudice against women in this world would inevitably ruin her reputation.

She belatedly realized that she had provoked the wrong one.

"Do you treat all your patients like this?" Bethany's voice trembled with tears.

"You're special. My approach to you won't be used on anyone else," Vincent replied.

In the darkness, Vincent pushed aside Bethany's long hair, and his lips brushed against her neck, carrying a faint scent of alcohol.

And his fingers never stopped.

Despite Bethany's resistance, in this absolute suppression, the man evoked intense sensations in her.

She didn't know how to describe it.

She felt like she was floating on a cloud, her whole body relaxed and comfortable, but the slightest misstep could plunge her into an abyss.

Honestly, it was an unprecedented excitement.

Bethany's body gradually warmed up, and her breath was uneven. Just then, the man suddenly exerted a bit more force.

Bethany, under his deliberate provocation, couldn't help but let out a faint moan.

In the quiet room, the sound was crystal clear.

As soon as the sound escaped her lips, her face flushed red.

She had been aroused by his manipulation.

Vincent was momentarily stunned, then he chuckled lowly like a victorious conqueror. "You reject me, but your body tells the truth."

Bethany bit her lips tightly, her whole body burning with shame.

She couldn't resist the man's teasing at all. Since that was the case, she might as well use him to deal with Clinton.

"Is that all you've got? If you're so capable, make me wet." Bethany almost gritted her teeth, summoning the courage to utter such bold words.

"You think I can't?" The man's voice grew deeper.

"Alright, I'm looking forward to it." Bethany defiantly threw caution to the wind.

The man chuckled cryptically, with an indescribable allure in his laughter. Then, his thin lips suddenly descended upon her earlobe, his tongue curling...

In the ensuing chaos, everything spiraled out of control.