It seemed she had a strong desire, but Raphael's own body betrayed his resolve.

Grabbing Olivia's hand to prevent her from pulling away, Raphael fixed her with a stern gaze and whispered, “You naughty girl!"

With a swift motion, he lifted her and threw her onto the cozy bed.

Their first time years back was a hush and somewhat messy.

But this time, they were unrestrained and passionate.

While Olivia seemed to enjoy it, there was also some pain involved.

She found herself pinned under Raphael on the bed, struggling and crying out, but he paid no heed and persisted with what he was doing.

On one hand, Raphael hadn't had sex for a long time.

On the other hand, he saw this as an opportunity to release pent-up frustration. So he held on to Olivia for hours without relenting.

By the time he felt satisfied, dawn had broken, and the early birds began to chirp in the trees.

And Olivia was also quiet and reflective.

She wrapped herself in the bedsheet and lay still on the bed, lost in her own thoughts.

The sound of running water ceased, and soon after, Raphael emerged from the bathroom clad in a light bathrobe.

Casting a glance at Olivia, he settled onto the sofa, searching for his cigarettes and Lighting one up.

A wispy layer of smoke wafted upward as he spoke casually. "What happened last night was unintentional."

However, Olivia remained unmoving.

Disposing of the cigarette, Raphael's voice took on a gruff edge.

"Miss Evans, I trust you don't intend to hold me responsible for this. We're adults, after all. I'm prepared to accept any consequences."

Slowly, Olivia sat up in bed.

As Olivia grabbed a shirt to cover herself, she posed her question in a flat tone. "Is that how you usually treat women after sleeping with them?"