She yearned to etch his name into her mind with the same ferocity as her bite.

She put forth an extreme demand to fuel Raphael's hatred towards her, as she no longer desired his love. His involvement with another woman had left her feeling repulsed, causing her to no longer wish for his companionship.

When they were done, Raphael held Elissa close as they tried to catch their breath. After a moment's pause, the maid summoned her courage and knocked gently on the door.

"Mr. and Mrs. Jones, shall we serve dinner now?"

Once he had caught his breath, Raphael responded in a low voice, “We will be there in thirty minutes."

He listened until the sound of footsteps faded down the corridor.

Assuming the servant had left, he relaxed.

Lowering his gaze, Raphael looked at the woman cradled in his arms.

A sense of contentment washed over him, evident in the gentle tone of his voice as he spoke. “Don't worry about it. I promise you that our child will be the only one to inherit the Pryor Technology."

Elissa was drenched in sweat.

She leaned wearily against his shoulder and murmured, "Who knows what will happen in the future! As a mother, I can't help but worry about my child's future."

Raphael's demeanor softened as he processed her words.

He tried to lead Elissa to the bathroom, suggesting they shower together. However, as his hand grazed her waist, he couldn't resist whispering in her ear, “You have been carrying our child for two months now, yet your waist is still so thin."

A flirtatious undertone colored his words.

Elissa couldn't shake off the sense of absurdity that gripped her.

She pitied herself and Sandra, who had jumped from the building in a desperate act to get his attention. However, in Raphael's eyes, nothing seemed to hold weight except his self-interest.

It made Elissa wonder if perhaps cruelty was ingrained in men from birth.

There was probably a time when Raphael was genuine and sincere when he was with Olivia.

Olivia had been his one true love, the center of his world.

Those who bore even a passing resemblance to Olivia were mere substitutes in Raphael's heart.

To make things worse, Elissa knew that she was even less important than those poor women.

Elissa rejected Raphael.

She pushed him away gently and whispered, “I'm pregnant. We shouldn't have too much sex during my pregnancy."

For a moment, his lust subsided.