A Replacement Bride

One day later, with a suitcase, Katherine board the earliest flight in the morning, and when she got to Cechirus, it was already
dark.
She stayed in one of Hilton's standard suites, waiting for the Cornells' arrangement.
The jet lag made her a little tired, so she fell asleep on the bed. Amidst her dazed state, the sound of rustling footsteps came
from the silent room, and then...
Clap! There was a soft sound.
Katherine suddenly opened her eyes. As she grew vigilant, she reached out to touch under the pillow...
In the next second, she felt a chill on her body as a figure lifted the quilt and got in. Katherine paused for a moment, and
instinctively began to push away.
However, a cold hand pressed against her neck.
The man's voice was hoarse and cold. "Don't move; otherwise, I'll kill you."
Katherine froze all over. Then, she smelled an extremely familiar scent. It was something she had been in contact with most for
so many years—blood.
This man is injured.
"You—"
"I'm hiding." The man's voice was low with an unquestionable tone.
Hide? Katherine frowned; she was not running a shelter here!
With her other hand, she touched the pen under the pillow, and after seeing the man's position clearly by the moonlight, she
raised the pen to stab the back of his neck hard!
At this time, there was a hurried knock on the door. "Open the door! We need to check the room!"
The sudden situation made Katherine stop her movement.
Checking the room at this hour? They're certainly here to arrest this guy.

Yet, the man in front of her was urging, "Don't open the door. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen."
Katherine sneered, "Why should I listen to you?"
Hearing this, Joaquin Levisay frowned. He lowered his head and happened to meet Katherine's gaze.
Through the moonlight, Katherine saw a pair of deep cold eyes, which gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity...
Due to this familiarity, she hesitated.
The man took the opportunity to grab Katherine's wrist, and with just a little force, the pen in her hand fell onto the wool carpet.
"You don't have the right to choose." He was breathing hard. His voice was hoarse as he was suffering from pain.
At this time, there was a bang outside the door, and it looked as if the door would be kicked open soon.
Without hesitation, the man ripped off Katherine's shoulder strap and ordered, "Moan!"
Moan? Even though Katherine had no experience in the bedroom, she understood what this meant, and her face started to burn.
The man's broad figure pressed down upon her naked body. Even if the man was propping his body up, it was inevitable that
there would be contact between them. In such a situation, he wanted her to moan?
What an *sshole!
Katherine frowned, gritted her teeth, and probed down with her fingers before she stabbed the man's wound on the leg.
Due to this familiarity, she hesitated.
The man took the opportunity to grab Katherine's wrist, and with just a little force, the pen in her hand fell onto the wool carpet.