"I... it is my first time!" "If you want, I'll take the responsibility." "You? You're just a parcel delivery guy. How are you going to take responsibility?" "Believe what you want. If you let me, even a delivery guy can make a living and take care of a family." "I don't need you to take responsibility, and you're in no position to." The woman remembered how much she had drunk the night before, and how a delivery guy had taken advantage of her blackout. The thought alone made anger burn behind her eyes. Katie Norman, heiress of the Norman family, had always kept herself pure and held her head high. Spoiled heirs and playboys lined up to court her, yet who could have imagined she'd wake up beside a stranger? She looked at the sheets and saw faint specks of red, like fallen petals, and the sight made her cry harder. Then, midway through her sobs, she stopped. She knew the truth. It looked as if she had suffered a loss, but she hadn't been entirely passive. The scratch marks across the delivery guy's back said enough. She didn't want to dwell on it anymore. She just wanted to leave. As she turned, her eyes landed on the vanity mirror. "My God... Is that me? I'm... too beautiful," she whispered, stunned by the woman in the mirror. Katie had skin as pale as snow, a perfect figure, and features so refined that she looked sculpted by nature—so breathtaking it stopped everyone in their tracks. "This... is this really me?" Katie stared, unable to believe it. She admitted she was pretty, but not like this. Work had worn her down. Yet her reflection looked otherworldly. Her eyes were bright and alive, and her skin was smooth as porcelain. The contrast with her usual weary look couldn't have been starker. She was even stunned by how good she looked. It didn't seem real. "Could this be because of the delivery guy?" she muttered. She had heard people say that after a man and woman had sex, a woman might glow, but she never thought she'd glow like this. Wesley Kershaw watched Katie's confusion and smiled. "Look, I'll be straight with you. You lucked out meeting me." "What? I'm lucky?" Katie almost sprang off the bed in anger. He had taken her virginity and acted like he had done her a favor, and he dared to call that luck? The nerve. Still, the night was done. What could she say now? She knew that making a scene would only backfire and bring her more shame. And if she set aside Wesley's status, his appearance wasn't bad. Better than waking up next to some thug or creep. With that in mind, she stopped caring if he saw her naked. She rose, dressed quickly and efficiently, grabbed her LV bag from the bedside, wiped away her tears with a hard swipe, and walked toward the door without another word. "Ow!" She had barely taken a few steps when pain shot through her, and she almost stumbled. "Easy. You know your body isn't ready," Wesley said, steadying her.  Only he knew just how much she had been through last night. Her reaction made sense. "Don't touch me!" She shoved him off, bit down on the ache between her thighs, and staggered into the hallway. She didn't notice they were in a Presidential Suite. Wesley watched her leave. With nothing else to do, he locked the door and headed out. Down in the lobby, Katie fought back tears and made for the doors. "Miss, your room bill hasn't been paid yet," the front desk staff called, rising to stop her. "The room bill... isn't paid?" Katie gaped.  Hadn't Wesley brought her here? How was the bill not paid? "Miss, this is your ID, isn't it?" the staff asked again. Katie looked and saw her own ID card. Rage flooded her. That jerk had used her ID to check in and now expected her to pay? She had heard of scumbags, but this was on a whole different level. She wanted to claw Wesley, but she had trained herself in elegance and restraint. A shrieking public scene was not something she could do, and the more she made a fuss, the more shame she felt about last night. Besides, who said the man had to foot the bill? It takes two, right? Katie sniffled softly, pressed her tears back, and settled the account at the desk. Behind her, Wesley watched her slender shoulders tremble and shook his head with a rueful smile.  As an elite mercenary, he would never use his own ID for a hotel room.  Even drunk, habit made him check in using Katie's ID. He had already paid and left a deposit. Katie quickly paid and took back her ID. The moment she stepped out of the hotel, she couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears spilled from her eyes. Seeing her slender shoulders shake as she cried, something soft inside Wesley ached. He could tell she wasn't the type to sleep around. But what could he do? He offered a silent apology. Wesley lived in the slum, a patchwork of single-story houses. Street vendors lined both sides, selling drinks, fried pretzels, and a variety of food. The crowd was mixed, with noise and shouts rising from early morning, creating a lively atmosphere. Wesley walked through the bustle, untouched by it. His mind wasn't on his night with Katie, but on another woman, his childhood sweetheart. Her name was Whitney. After seven years away, he had returned to Tadville and willingly worked as a delivery guy to stay hidden, all to find her. It all fell apart after she betrayed him. Because of Whitney's betrayal, he had drunk himself senseless last night and had stumbled into Katie Norman, just as drunk. Katie was just a side note, not the main theme. As stunning as she was, their paths were unlikely to cross again. Their night together had been an accident. "Wesley!" Lost in thought, he snapped to at the sound of a clear voice ahead. He looked up. By a street-side stall stood a slim, pretty girl, eyes bright, craning to see him. "Tiffany?" He recognized the girl. She was his neighbor in the slum, the only daughter of Noah Lynch and Ariana, and currently an intern nurse at Tadville First Hospital. Noah and Ariana ran a stall, selling breakfast. Tiffany Lynch came to help whenever she could. She was a considerate, good-hearted girl. "Helping out again?" Wesley asked with a smile as he walked over. "Wesley!" Tiffany's face lit up, and she skipped toward him. Noah and Ariana both frowned at the scene, and Ariana, in particular, looked displeased. "Tiffany!" Ariana snapped, and Tiffany halted, lips pushed out in a pout. "Mr. Noah," Wesley said, greeting the older man with a smile. "Oh, it's Wesley. Where were you off to so early?"  Before Noah could answer, Ariana called out sharply, her face dark. "Out for a run. Clearing my head," Wesley said, still smiling. He couldn't tell them he had slept with a beauty. They wouldn't believe it anyway.  A broke delivery guy landing a gorgeous woman? Who would buy that? "Running is good for young people. Keeps the body strong," Noah replied, eyes merry, all warmth. Ariana, however, didn't soften. "Working out at the crack of dawn. You must have nothing better to do," she muttered, lips curled. Wesley's brow creased, but he took it in stride. He was just a broke delivery guy. No wonder she looked down on him. Tiffany didn't, though. "Mom!" she protested, shooting her mother a sulky glare.  Ariana fell silent, face still set. "Make way, make way!" Suddenly, the crowd erupted into a noisy commotion, and five or six thugs, their arms covered in tattoos, shouldered through toward the stall.