Mr. Jones, You Have the Wrong Wife!

"Kiss me..." Scarlet Lawrence tilted her head back, her slender swan-like neck elongating in the dim light as the man's hot lips kissed down to her collarbone, sparking a surge of electricity wherever they touched. She had black hair and clear black eyes. Tonight was a welcome dinner for new employees, Scarlet was in a good mood and, urged on by her new colleagues, she had drunk quite a lot of alcohol and was already heavily intoxicated. Scarlet lifted her head and saw a handsome stereoscopic face, the man had deep eyebrows, a straight nose, thin lips, and cheeks. The two of them kissed back to the bed. In the dimly lit room, the sounds of panting and the woman's unbearable moans intertwined. Scarlet bit her lower lip, her clothes falling off one by one, she looked up at the man on top of her, her small hands clumsily touching the man's clearly defined abdominal muscles, "Like it." The man grabbed her hand and slowly moved it downwards, his deep black eyes staring intently at her, "Like this?" Scarlet nodded unclearly, not knowing what she was doing at all. She only knew she was hot, thirsty, and wanted to hold him, to do more intimate and outrageous things with him. "What about this?" His voice suddenly became hoarse, as if restraining something. He asked, "Do you like it?" His eyes seemed to have a kind of magic, bewitching her mind. Scarlet gradually became enchanted, falling in love with this feeling. A low, hoarse laughter accompanied the snake-like tongue wandering inch by inch on her collarbone. Scarlet tilted her head back and moaned softly until a strong sense of satisfaction permeated her. --- When the first ray of morning sunlight penetrated through the gap in the curtains and shone into the room, Scarlet was awakened by the dazzling light. Frowning, she turned over, only to touch a piece of hot and solid skin. After her brain short-circuited for a few seconds, she quickly opened her eyes and saw a face as handsome as a work of art infinitely magnified in front of her. Isn't this her boss?! Even in his sleep, he was still strikingly handsome with his perpetually furrowed brow, curled eyelashes, and straight nose. Like a thunderbolt striking her brain, Scarlet sat up suddenly, tightly wrapping her naked body in the blanket, vigorously tapping her head a few times. Oh no! "She's really done for! The job she finally found with great difficulty, she ended up sleeping with the boss in the blink of an eye... Can she still keep this job? Scarlet quickly put on her clothes, organized everything, grabbed her bag on the table, and ran, but she didn't notice at all that something had fallen out of her bag due to her carelessness. "Sis, why did you just come back now?" Scarlet returned home, and her cousin Kira came out of the room looking unhappy, "You were so drunk yesterday, couldn't even hold it in, is my work ID with you?" Scarlet opened her bag, but no matter how she searched, she couldn't find the work ID she should have brought back for Kira: "Kira, I seem to have lost your work ID, I'm sorry..." Upon hearing this, Kira immediately got angry. They had interviewed together, but Scarlet could work on the top floor while she could only work in a small market department. Since childhood, Kira had always been overshadowed by Scarlet in everything. "Sis, do you just not want to work in the same company as me? If you find me annoying, you could have said it earlier." "It's not like that, Kira, don't overthink it. I'll go explain to the company and have them make a new one for you." "No need, I'll do it myself!" Kira angrily shouted, grabbed her things, and left. Scarlet stood there dumbfounded, sighing helplessly. Hilton Hotel. Room 1501. In front of the huge dressing mirror, Spencer's brows were slightly furrowed. He was tall and straight, with clear abdominal muscles, and his handsome face resembled a suit model. His long and slender fingers buttoned up the shirt one by one, covering the marks on his chest and collarbone. He examined the marks on his body, the woman's soft voice still echoing in his ears. Suddenly, Spencer noticed something at his feet. He picked it up and found it was an identity card. "Kira Lawrence Jones Group." He read the name on the card. The woman in the photo seemed different from last night, but it was indeed something she had left behind.