Lost in Mr. Preston's Temptation novel Chapter 2

Only then did she faintly remember last night when she was pushed onto the bed, her nervousness and the deep male voice that spoke to her.

“Relax.”

Yeah, Steve Lane’s voice was cold, completely different from that man’s!

“How, how could this be......” She looked at the photos on the bed. Her face was even paler than the flashes from the camera.

So, who was the man who slept with her?

“Ms. Rowan, I heard that you and Mr. Steve were childhood sweethearts. Why did you betray him?”

“Were you looking for a brief fling?”

The reporters didn’t care how she felt. To get an explosive headline, they questioned her repeatedly, the camera flashes illuminating every inch of her body and every single expression.

“Get lost, all of you! get lost!” Clara screamed, waving her arms to drive the reporters away.

But they wouldn’t be driven away.

A reporter even asked, “Ms. Rowan, you have so many hickeys on your body. Did you and that man do it for a long time?”

Unable to bear the stimulation of these undisciplined reporters, she screamed and then fainted.

On the other side of the road, a black Maybach was parked.

The back seat window slowly rolled down, revealing a man’s cold and indifferent face. He looked out towards the hotel, where Steve Lane had just come out surrounded by a group of reporters. His eyes became increasingly thoughtful.

“Steve...... be gentler.”

The sweet and intimate cry of the woman seemed to echo in his ears. He fiddled with his fingers, where a woman’s warm touch still lingered.

Steve Lane, the Rowan family’s adopted son, and seemingly ARCTIC’s CEO.

Soon after, the man’s faint voice was heard in the car, “Check Steve Lane.”

“Yes, sir.”

In less than an hour, major headlines such as “The Rowan Family’s Young Miss Had a Tryst Behind Her Husband’s Back,” “Clara Rowan Blatantly Cheats” among others appeared on online news sites.

There were also several videos of “Steve Catching a Traitor” and “Clara Rowan Exposed” that caused a huge uproar on the internet.

Because of Clara Rowan’s impropriety, ARCTIC Group’s stock price almost fell off the charts.

And Clara Rowan, flustered, returned home with the help of her servants.

Her phone number was posted on the internet, and she received an endless number of calls, and text messages, making her phone unusable. She borrowed a servant’s mobile phone to call Steve to explain.

But he didn’t answer any of her calls.

She soaked herself in a bathtub full of freezing water and thoroughly scrubbed her body. However, even though she scrubbed herself red, she could still faintly smell the scent left by the man last night.

Recalling Steve’s icy cold eyes when he left, Clara wanted to cry in despair.

Why did things become like this?

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but the phone she had left on the shelf rang, and she hurriedly ran over to answer it.

“Husband......”

“Come to the courthouse!” Steve Lane said and hung up.