Head Over Heels

The night grew dark. Lying on the bed, Yvonne watched online drama series on her phone idly. It was already ten o'clock, but Hearst still didn't come back. She didn't know why, but she felt a little worried about him.

Although it was a funny online drama, she was still not fully absorbed in it. When she thought of this, she looked a little upset. She muttered, "What's wrong with me? What happened to me?"

With a heavy expression on her face, she realized that she cared about Hearst more than she could ever imagine. Such a result made Yvonne feel uneasy. "Do I fall in love with him? It's impossible. I hate him. I can't fall in love with him. It's impossible."

She became more and more obsessed with the time she spent with him, and she hoped that she could see him a little longer every day. At the thought of this, she was basking in thrill. She knew she couldn't fall in love with Hearst anyway. Besides, nothing would happen between them since she had drugged Hearst.

With a sigh, she put her phone down. She stood up and walked to the door. When she was about to pour herself a glass of water, the door opened. Then, she sensed the smell of alcohol from Hearst. Seeing him, Yvonne wanted to say something. But before she could open her mouth, Hearst walked towards her and leaned on top of her.

Yvonne managed to help him up. "Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you drunk?" she asked.

Hearing that, Hearst stood up and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not drunk. I just drank some wine. I haven't had it for a long time and am not used to it."

Upon hearing this, she waved her hand at him. Frowning, she asked, "Why did you drink so much? Haven't you heard that drinking does harm to health? Or do you want die earlier to be with your wife?"

Seeing Yvonne open her mouth, he suddenly leaned forward, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her on the lips. She stared at him, dumbfounded. She struggled to free herself from his grip, but she failed. He had already moved his tongue around her mouth and tasted her eagerly.

The temperature of her cheeks rose sharply. Feeling her breath was taking away, she gasped violently. However, her movement only made the kiss more passionate.

After a long hot kiss, Hearst's breath became heavy. Letting go of her reluctantly, he said to her in a low voice, "I'm going to take a shower." Then, he immediately turned around and walked towards the bathroom. Watching him stumbled forward, she blushed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yvonne cupped her cheeks with her hands and said in a soft voice, "Hearst, you bastard, he likes to take advantage

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

open. Looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, she had mix feelings. "Why is that?" Yvonne kept asking herself the same question.

Originally, she just wanted to take her revenge, but she never thought that she would sleep with Hearst. What made her even more confused was that she remembered clearly that she had never slept with any man, but she didn't see any blood on the bed. She was not that painful in the process. It felt like she just hadn't been intimidated with a man for a long time.

The more she thought about it, the more perplexed she became. She was confused and began to doubt if she was Heidy. She put her hand on the scar on her belly. She had thought it was a scar of appendectomy, but now it was more suspicious.

A warm hug came from behind. Without looking up, she knew who it was. Hearst put his chin on her shoulder and apologized, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have forced you. I should wait until you fall in love with me again and then do such a thing with you."

Hearing his words, Yvonne looked ahead and said lightly, "Hearst, do you really think I'm Heidy?"

"Yes, you look like her. And so is your body. When we were on the bed, I knew that you are Heidy. I'm very clear and I'm sure of my answer." Said Hearst in a firm tone.

He believed that Yvonne was Heidy before. And he was one hundred percent sure about his answer. He only had such a feeling to Heidy on the bed. Although, from the beginning to the end, Heidy was only one woman whom he had slept with. But he could be sure that she was Heidy.

Without saying anything, Yvonne just stared blankly ahead, with puzzlement in her eyes. For some reason, she hoped that she wasn't Heidy. Otherwise, she would be more regretful in the future.