My Supermodel Wife

Lilia stared at the room's card doubtfully. When she raised her face to question the staff who delivered the card, there was no one in front of her. Lilia then looked around, but she couldn't tell the man she was looking for from the staff passing by the lobby.

She looked back at the card in her hand with a suspicious look. Lilia couldn't imagine Jean telling someone to just give her the hotel's room card. She had a bad feeling about this and decided to try to contact Jean.​​

"The number you have dialed is busy. Please try again after a while…"

Lilia's frown deepened as she repeatedly failed to call Jean. Was he really that busy making her wait in the hotel room? Or did Jean just happen to be unreachable and someone else sent this hotel card in his name? These questions riddled her to annoyance.

She was overwhelmed by her curiosity and decided to check out the room. She left a message for Jean before getting into the elevator.

From a distance, the staff watched as Lilia's elevator stopped on the 30th floor. The man immediately took out his cell phone and called someone.

Lilia got off on the 30th floor, then followed the directions to reach room number 3086. She stopped in front of the door of the room and took a deep breath.

Lilia pressed the doorbell button while holding the hotel card in her other hand. She wasn't that stupid to just walk right in. She wanted to see if anyone else was waiting for her inside.

"Good night, sorry to disturb your rest. I happened to find your room card while cleaning the hallway and wanted to return it." Lilia pretended to be a hotel maid to lure anyone who might be in the room.

After waiting for a moment, a heavy and rough male voice came from behind the door, "In a moment, I'll open the door."

Lilia let out a sigh of relief after knowing that her suspicions were correct. Someone was trying to trap her into this room.

"Ah, don't bother. I'll slide the card through the gap in the door. " Lilia replied immediately.

She bent down and pushed the room's card in through the slit under the door. However, before Lilia could leave, the door swung open and revealed the figure of a man.

The man with a pot belly came out wearing only a white towel wrapped around his waist with his hair still half dry. He lowered his head and saw Lilia, who was frozen in a bent position. The man's narrow eyes flashed with satisfaction as he recognized Lilia.

"You ... Peter?!" Lilia immediately straightened up and moved away from Rina's lover. She still remembered the unpleasant encounter with Rina and this man at Bar King. Lilia immediately knew who was trying to set her up tonight.

When she turned her back, Peter stretched out his big hand and gripped her arm. The l.u.s.tful smile on his face disgusted Lilia.

"Since you already know who I am, don't be shy like that." Peter licked his lips as he dragged Lilia into the room, "I guarantee you will definitely like this!"

"Stop!! Let me go! Please! Someone… hmph!"

Lilia fought back and shouted for someone to come help her, but Peter clasped his hands on Lilia's mouth.

"It's useless for you to scream, no one will come! It's just you and me on this entire floor!" Peter laughed vulgarly as he continued to pull Lilia towards him.

In desperation, Lilia bit Peter's hand as she put her high heels on Peter's feet. The man howled in pain and slapped Lilia. That slap was much harder than Sylvia's, making her head dizzy for a moment. Peter took advantage of the moment to push Lilia into the room. The woman hit the carpet hard and winced in pain.

"If you dare to fight me again, I will beat you!" Peter growled, holding his bleeding hand.

Lilia forced her aching body to stand up. She had to get past Peter to get to the door, but she couldn't imagine winning against the strength of a grown man.

Peter took step by step closer to Lilia. His vulgar gaze surveyed the woman from top to bottom. He was already starting to imagine what he would do with this widely popular model.

Suddenly, Lilia took off a shoe and threw it in Peter's face. The man automatically covered his face with both arms. Lilia used this opportunity to run towards the door.

As her hand almost reached the door, she felt Peter's fat arm catch her waist.

Lilia fell on the carpet and the man dragged her back in. She reached out as far as possible, trying to grab the door's knob. Her hand managed to grab the end of the door, but Peter jerked his body and knocked the woman off.

"No…!" Lilia was struck with fear and despair when she saw her body being pulled further and further away from the bedroom door.

As a final form of resistance, Lilia raised one leg and stomped her shoe against Peter's face.

The high heels managed to break the man's nose, his blood scattered everywhere.

"How dare you…!" Peter roared and pulled Lilia even harder, tearing the bottom of her expensive dress. "You damn whore! I will not forgive you! I will crush your face and beat you to the death! I will humiliate you until you regret being born! I'll…!"

"What are you going to do to my sister-in-law, huh?!"

The moment Lilia heard that angry scream, someone appeared and hit Peter's face with all their might. The man collapsed to the floor, taking Lilia with him.

Tom waved his blood-stained hand and immediately helped Lilia to escape. Before Lilia could thank him, a pair of strong hands pulled Lilia into his arms. Lilia's adrenaline-filled body slowly relaxed as she caught the familiar scent of spring.

"You really..." The man's deep voice whispered in her ear, "Don't make me worry like this again."

Lilia couldn't see the man's face, but she could hear the panic and anxiety in his deep voice. She was shocked when she realized that even Jean Widjaya could feel panic like normal people.

"Damn it! Who are you?! How dare you hit me?!" Peter screamed, clutching his swollen face.

Tom crossed his arms and glared at Peter, "You are messing with the wrong person!"