Raphael knew he had to apologize in person.

He was a jerk when drunk.

Soon, he stood outside the Palmer mansion alone.

The servant informed him, "Sorry, sir. Mr. and Mrs. Palmer are out. Miss Palmer's in her room, probably reading. I'll let her know you're here."

But Raphael halted the servant.

After saying that, he headed straight to the second floor and barged in without a knock...

Elissa wasn't nose-deep in a book.

Clad in a flimsy slip dress, she sat on an antique sofa, her Legs spread open...

She was applying some ointment down there on her private parts.

She was caught off guard by the uninvited entrance. Raphael just stood there dumbstruck.

Raphael didn't expect this sight either.

It was quite a shocker.

Elissa should have been the epitome of grace and elegance.

This scene didn't fit her usual image... It was oddly seductive.

Raphael had to admit, he was tempted, but he knew better.

Meanwhile, Elissa was still in shock...

After a beat, Raphael closed and locked the door.

Approaching her, he gently took the ointment, saying, “Allow me."

Before Elissa could respond, Raphael lifted her gently...

He applied the ointment with care.

Tension hung in the air.

Elissa tried to pull back, but Raphael stopped her, examining her delicate skin, voice rough. "Does it hurt?"

Of course, it did!

It was Elissa's first time, and Raphael had not been gentle at all.