Horace doesn’t sleep and looks at ra like this, baffling her.


    She asked, “Why are you staring at me? Is something wrong again?”


    “Oh, nothing.” Horace didn’t want to tell ra about what happened two years ago.


    Horace leaned down and kissed ra on the lips.


    Yes, that’s what it felt like then; he was so stupid. If only he had known it was her, he would have been tenderer.


    Horace told ra in his mind, “We’re together again, but you don’t know it’s me yet.”


    ra was aroused by Horace’s kiss and ran her hands over his firm back.


    She had fallen in love with his body. It was warm andforting, sofortable that it felt like she was touching a cloud and her body floated up into the sky.


    Horace gently undid her nightdress and slid his hands gently over her white, delicate skin, inch by inch, letting his hands remember ra’s body inch by inch, so that he would never forget or mistake it for another, to be one with his body, entwined and never separated.


    It was a night of tender, passionate love and pleasure.


    The next day, Horace came to the office heartily and called in Isaac.


    He said to Isaac, “You don’t have to investigate the truth about two years ago. I already know who the man was who touched ra that night.”


    Isaac looked at his boss in amazement, a significant plot reversal?


    Before Isaac could ask, Horace asked him, “Do you remember two years ago when I was drugged in my drink? Was it the Millennium Hotel you that you took me to back then?”


    He wanted to double-check with Isaac.


    “Yes, you asked me on the phonest night… Millennium Hotel! Oh my God, Mr. Kirnd!”


    Isaac also realized what Horace meant, and he got it, shocked, “Could it be that the woman who slept with Mr. Kirnd that night was Mrs. Kirnd?”


    Horace nodded.


    Isaac was happy for Horace, too; it was a match made in heaven! By mistake, they had saved Mrs. Kirnd from evil men.


    And two years after Horace and ra’s one-night stand, they met, fell in love, and married without knowing it?


    Isaac happily asked Horace, “Mr. Kirnd, does Mrs. Kirnd know about it?”


    Horace said, “I’m not going to tell her yet.”


    Isaac was confused. Why not? Telling re meant that both of them would be happy, right?


    Horace didn’t exin why; he just told Isaac that he had to do something.


    On the other side, in the magazine publishingpany.


    In the afternoon, ra returned to the office from an interview, and when she saw the group of people chattering and bickering again, her head turned into two big ones.


    ra asks, “What are you guys looking at again?”


    Sarah pulled ra over to watch with her.


    She said, “Someone has got a wonderful picture on the inte of that Solrace Corporation president Mr. Kirnd and his wife that we interviewed together earlier. Come take a look!”


    ra was shocked to hear Sarah’s words.


    They were being photographed! No way, things were going to be exposed.Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    She didn’t want to be found out so soon that she was Mrs. Kirnd. She tried to get into as little trouble as possible with people pointing fingers behind her back.


    “No, no, I don’t want to see it!” ra tensed up all of a sudden; what was she going to do if they recognized her? How was she going to exin! Would people alienate her because she was Mrs. Kirnd?


    Sarah said, “What are you afraid of? An ugly daughter-inw will always have to meet her parents-inw! Come over here!”


    An ugly daughter-inw always had to meet her parents-inw? Did the paparazzi already know…


    ra’s heart was pounding; oh no, oh no, they’ve identified her! What should she do? Should she run away?


    The photographer, Luis, said, “Oh my God, who took this? There is no professionalism, blurred, not clear at all!”


    Sarah also said, “It’s a shame, isn’t it? What a rare image! But it is Mr. Kirnd; his noble and handsome aura cannot be hidden.”


    A colleague said, “Yes, he’s in a wheelchair in this picture… I think the only person in a wheelchair among Stratmont’s business people is Mr. Kirnd from Solrace Corporation.”


    Sarah said, “What? Are you men jealous too? Hmm.”


    What, the photo was vague, great! But still, Horace was recognized, and what about her? Probably not.


    ra was surprised. How lucky she was!


    She went up to look at the photo, and there was no mistaking that it was Horace and her; it had been taken secretly in the hall of the charity auction.


    The photo was so unclear that it was impossible to see her face, and the dress she was wearing was new; they had never seen her dressed like that before, so how could they recognized Mrs. Kirnd in that photo as her?


    ra was relieved.


    Soon it was time to leave work, and everyone was still studying the photo and searching the inte for news and pictures of the day of the charity auction, but unfortunately, they had no luck.


    All the news about the auction on the inte was very official, with nothing substance, except for the photo of Horace and Mrs. Kirnd posted by an anonymous snapper, which was of some interest.


    ra doesn’t want to stay here for a moment; her heart keeps beating faster and faster, afraid that at any moment, they will find a clue and recognize her.


    When it was time to leave, ra was the first to get up and leave the office.


    The photographer, Luis, roared, “ra, get off work and leave? We’ve arranged to have dinner together; why don’t youe along too?”


    While carrying her bag, ra turned back to Luis and said, “Another time, you guys take your time; I’m going home first.”


    Home was such a warm word.


    Horace might have been waiting for her at home for dinner together. Then in the evening, they could nestle on the sofa and watch a movie together, just like an ordinary young couple, normal but happy.


    ra’s departure suddenly inspired Luis, the photographer, to go back over the stolen photos andpare them with the woman in the dress.


    He noticed something, tapped Sarah on the shoulder, and said, “Why do I think this ra looks so much like the person in the photo, don’t you?”


    Sarah said, “No, ra never dresses up. Could this be her? She’s Mrs. Kirnd? It can’t be.”


    Sarah didn’t believe it and thought that Luis must have been looking at the photos and was obsessed.


    But Luis, the photographer, has always had a very sharp eye!


    Everyone listened to Luis, the photographer, took a closer look at the photos and thought about how simr ra looked!