"Mia, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you..." Steven British walked ahead, his steps urgent, but when he saw the scene in the suite, his steps suddenly halted.
"Mia, you guys?"
Felix Shaw curled his lips mockingly, his icy eyes full of provocation. Speaking in a posh British accent, he said slowly, "Can't you see that my wife and I are making love, sir?"
"Mia..." Steven looked past Felix Shaw to Mia Foster, his tone filled with sorrow, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides.
Trapped under the covers, Mia Foster was too embarrassed to face anyone, burying her face into Felix Shaw's shoulder and shaking her lips tightly.
The hotel staff followed in and were visibly stunned upon seeing the scene on the bed. Upon meeting Felix's cold gaze, the staff immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know... This gentleman said the lady was in trouble, so..." In the rush, the staff's words were stammered.
