Neither Serena Feng nor Ninth Royal Uncle Nolan could remember how many times they made love that night. All they knew was that they started in the pool, moved to the floor, then back again to the Jadebrook couch—every trick and move they knew, they used on each other.
All Serena knew was that when she woke up, she was already cleaned up, but her stomach was rumbling with hunger.
When the maid finally arrived, Serena realized she’d slept the whole day—and it was night again.
"Oh my god." Serena pressed her forehead, covering her face.
Thinking of how crazy things got last night, Serena felt she’d lost all dignity. Anyone who didn’t know better would think they’d been starved for a lifetime, the way they went at it all night long.
"Miss, His Highness instructed that once you’re awake, you should join him for a meal in the study." The maid, clearly more of a shadow guard, stepped forward to help Serena out of bed.
"The study?" Serena moved like a puppet, letting the maid guide her.
She was still feeling weak, her legs shaky and powerless. Thankfully, someone must’ve applied medicine down below—she wasn’t in too much pain.
"His Highness ordered for the meal to be set in the study." The maid respectfully relayed Ninth Royal Uncle’s rather unorthodox command.
Serena thought for a moment, then understood. The next second, her blood rushed backward and her face flushed bright red.
Setting the meal in the study was his way of telling her that the study wasn’t just for work—it could be for eating, and of course, for making love too!
Such a wicked, secretly sultry man!
Dealing with a man like that—honestly, it’s just too much for anyone to handle.
Serena’s unusual blush and high temperature startled the maid, who rushed to ask if she was feeling unwell. Serena gritted her teeth, unsure how to explain, and just told the maid to bring her a basin of cold water.
Using cold water in the middle of winter—the maid understood instantly. She snickered and bowed out, while Serena’s face grew even redder.
Ugh, those two maids must have misunderstood, thinking she was daydreaming about last night. But she couldn’t explain a thing.
So tragic.
Serena slumped weakly into a chair, staring at the copper mirror at the beautiful, sultry woman reflected back. After a long moment, she muttered, "It’s true—women need a man’s care. Just look at me, anyone can tell I’ve been thoroughly loved by Ninth Royal Uncle. No wonder they’re laughing."
But... after all that passion, there’s one thing she must not forget.
Serena reached down and touched her lower belly, gave a bitter laugh, and activated her Smart Med‑Pack.
She had no idea whether Ninth Royal Uncle had noticed the thing on her wrist last night—probably not.
Serena didn’t worry about it. The Smart Med‑Pack on her arm looked just like a birthmark, so even if someone saw it, they wouldn’t think anything of it.
Serena smiled, and before the maid arrived, she took out some birth control pills and swallowed them on the spot...