The Billionaire's Obsession; His Relentless Love

Annabelle smashed a wine bottle onto the head of the chubby Maximus Cromwell and as she ran out of the hotel room, she felt as though her body was burning like a blaze.

Her vision was blurry; her single remaining iota of rationality told her that she needed to escape.

She had no idea where she was heading, she just knew she needed to keep running in one direction.

As she passed by the swimming pool, she lost her balance.

Her foot slipped, and she plunged into the water. In her desperate struggle, she vaguely grasped onto a muscular figure.

Being a non-swimmer, she held onto this 'floater' as if it was her last resort, refusing to let go.

At the same time, it felt like she touched a piece of ice upon her contact with this 'float,' which surprisingly gave her burning body a much-needed relief and comfort.

"Hot...Help me...please Help me..." she said.

Adrian Prescott, seeing this woman who suddenly jumped into the water and was clinging onto him, a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes, before getting drowned in the depth of his pupils. She was soaking wet, her svelte figure outlined by her drenched white dress. But her eyes were innocent as they looked at him as if she was unknowingly alluring him like a siren.

Sure, some women dressed in more revealing clothes within his sight before, but seeing their bodies only triggered his disgust and held no interest for him.

Yet, she... He felt a surge of warmth throughout his body. For the first time, touching a woman's body didn't bring him disgust; on the contrary, he wanted to possess her entirely.

Adrian lifted her chin with his fingers, staring at her like a beast hunting its prey, "So, you've resulted to using this method to attract me, to throw yourself into my arms! Very well...you're the one." He lifted the woman who was wrapped around his body and walked out of the swimming pool. At that moment, he heard the bodyguards' hurried footsteps.

The bodyguards had received the news.

That an unidentified woman had dared to intrude into the private rest area of Adrian Prescott.

Before they could approach, he turned his back to the bodyguards, obstructing any eyes that would fall on the woman's body, and fiercely warned,

"LEAVE! Without my permission, you're not allowed to come closer."

After speaking, he directly carried her away from the swimming pool and into his room. When he threw Annabelle onto the bed, she, now without a cold source, felt the flames in her body burn even more intensely. She slightly parted her mouth, which was as tantalizing as a rose, and murmured, "Hold...want to hold!" She had lost all rationality, acting purely on instinct. Adrian looked at the woman on the bed, her dark hair sprawled out like seaweed, his gaze hotter than before.

"You're rather forward! Can't wait, can you?" He enveloped her body, unable to bear tearing her clothes, saying, "As you wish." The next day.

Annabelle slowly opened her eyes, feeling a headache, and her body was even more sore and unbearable as if all her strength had been drained. But when she saw the scene before her, she was completely stunned.

She was being held by a man, nestled against him like a little rabbit, his strong arms encircling her waist, tightly imprisoning her body, not allowing her to leave.

The man's face was breathtakingly handsome, each line of his features, perfect.

His lips were thin and it was said that those with thin lips were often unfeeling, but there was no denying that his beauty made one want to kiss those lips.

Yet when memories surged into her mind like a tide, remembering every minute and second of what had happened the day before, all Annabelle wanted to do was run! She had shamelessly and boldly clung to this man yesterday.

What was even more unacceptable was that her father had come to her apartment and handed her a glass of juice.

After drinking it, she started to feel dizzy, and soon after she passed out.

When she woke up, she found herself in a hotel.

Mr. Cromwell had told her firsthand that her father, in order to save his company from going under, had reached an agreement with him to "give" her to him.

Despite her futile resistance and desperate escape, her body kept getting hotter until she slipped into the water in her daze, and then held onto this man.

At that moment, she followed her body's first instinct, disregarding the situation's backstory, and decided to run and think later.

She carefully peeled the man's arm from around her waist, attempting to get out of bed.

But instantly, her waist was tightly held with a force, even stronger than before.

Soon, she was back in the man's arms. In a panic, she lifted her eyes and met with the man whose eyes were as black as ink.

"Trying to escape?"

Annabelle was both terrified and embarrassed, her voice trembling, "Let go of me! I had a...little trouble last night! Anyway, let's consider yesterday an accident. We owe each other nothing! I need to go!"

Adrian's eyes were instantaneously filled with a wave of tumultuous rage, threateningly questioning, "An Accident? Leaving? After being intimate with me, you want to leave? Do you really think I would allow that? Whether you intentionally sought my embrace or are just playing games now, I need to warn you! From this moment on, I am your only man. You can't go anywhere! Stay by my side and quietly bear my child!"

What! Annabelle was dumbfounded, "What, is this man mentally unstable?" Annabelle blurted out, "No! Let me go! We have no relationship, you... just regard everything from yesterday as ... a one-night stand. We owe each other nothing. Let go of me, I want to leave now!"

From Adrian's eyes emerged a more chilling look. He held her even tighter, "We owe each other nothing? You owe me a child, or maybe ... multiple children! After yesterday, there might already be my child in your belly, possibly even not just one. Even twins, I would not mind. I permit you to bear them."

Countless women hope to bear his child, to be his heir.

But even after layers of selections, picking out the most optimal women in all aspects including genes, appearance, figure, and so on, he does not want a second look at them, let alone allow them to bear his children.

The thought of even touching them disgusted him.

The housekeeper, Old Cole, suggested that he might as well pick the most suitable woman for in vitro fertilization, which could prevent the germophobic him from having to touch women.

But he also insisted that the woman who is carrying his child is someone he approves of and is satisfied with.

And this woman is the first one to satisfy him. This is her! Annabelle flushed, rejecting him in a normal person's line of thought, "Sir, if you believe... I might get pregnant, and you are worried about potential consequences, then you don't need to worry, because I will buy contraception. If you're still not reassured, you can watch me take it. Therefore, there will be even less likely to be... any child-bearing relationship between us. Sir, please be reasonable and let go of me!"

Adrian was utterly infuriated, she actually dared to refuse?

"Taking contraceptives? Do you think I would let you take them? At this moment my child might be in your womb, taking contraceptives would be equivalent to murdering him! Without my permission, you don't think about touching him."