At Night, Daphne’s House.
A man was kneeling on the floor, earnestly mopping the floor with a cloth.
“Arthur, would you mind stopping for a moment and helping me with something?”
A gentle voice with a hint of coquetry echoed from the second floor.
Upon hearing this, the man stood up and looked at the pretty girl on the stairs, asking with some surprise,
“Fiona, do you need any of my assistance?”
Fiona Daphne, Arthur’s wife’s younger sister, had been relying on her sister to support her at home.
She had always looked down on Arthur and disdained him as a son-in-law, even referring to him as a waste.
However, her attitude towards Arthur seemed to have changed somewhat at this moment.
Arthur wiped his hands on his clothes and walked upstairs.
He saw Fiona standing shyly by the door of her bedroom, her arms crossed over her chest to prevent her clothes from slipping off.
She blinked her charming eyes at Arthur and smiled playfully.
“Come in quickly, I need your help!”
Seeing Fiona’s seductive wearing, Arthur hesitated inwardly.
“Come on, darling, come in and help me zip up the back of my dress, pretty please!”
Hearing her coaxing tone, Arthur thought of his little sister and no longer doubted her intentions.
He walked into the bedroom, and the sweet fragrance of the young girl enveloped him.
Then he saw the smooth expanse of Fiona’s back, which made him absent-minded for a moment.
She was young and exercised regularly, so her figure exuded a wild beauty that ordinary women did not possess.
“What are you doing? Come and help me!”
Her soft voice rang out again, reminding Arthur to get on with his task.
He shook his head to clear his mind and focused on the task at hand.
He needed to finish it quickly so that he could continue with his household chores, or else his wife and mother-in-law would scold him again.
He placed one hand on Fiona’s waist and used the other to zip up her dress.
Suddenly, Fiona turned and pushed him onto the bed, pinning him down beneath her body, revealing a hint of cleavage.
Fiona pressed her mouth close to his ear, her eyes filled with allure and her voice as sweet as orchids.
“It’s been a long time since Catherine made love with you, hasn’t it? You must be eager to do it!”
Hearing these words, Arthur’s heart couldn’t help but pound uncontrollably.
When they had just gotten married three years ago, they were deep in love and passion.
However, as his wife became busier with her business, she grew colder towards him.
It had been almost a year since they had last been intimate, which was unbearably difficult for Arthur at his youthful age.
Moreover, Fiona was beautiful and seductive, a temptation that most men would find hard to resist.
Also her identity undoubtedly added another layer of allure for him.
For a moment, Arthur felt his mouth dry and his tongue tied, almost losing control.
NO…IT’S IMMORAL!!!
Suddenly, he shouted in mind.
He thought of his wife and knew he could never betray her.
So he bit his tongue so that the pain brought him back to his senses, and he quickly tried to push away Fiona, who was seducing and tempting him.
“Arthur, you scum, what have you done to Fiona?”
Suddenly, a stern voice sounded outside the bedroom.
Oh my god! Catherine, Arthur’s wife, who should have been busy at work, she was standing there.
She stormed into the room, holding a phone that was still videoing.
Arthur was anxious and hurriedly tried to explain.
“Catherine, it’s not what you think. Fiona asked me to help her with… her dress zipper.”
“Fiona, you… you’d better explain it.”
However, Fiona, who was lying on the bed, had completely changed her attitude.
“You scum, I’m your sister-in-law. How could you obscene me while I was changing clothes!”
Arthur widened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.
“Fiona, what nonsense are you spouting? You were the one who asked for my help!”
“Ugh, you scum, you are a waste of space! You make me sick. I would rather not wear any clothes than ask for your help.”
Arthur looked at her effortlessly telling lies and turned to Catherine with a pleading look, hoping his wife would believe him.
“Slap!”
However, what he received was a slap across the face.
Catherine didn’t believe him as expected.
Instead, she walked over and slapped him in anger.
Arthur covered his face, looking at the disguised Fiona and the indifferent Catherine, not knowing how to explain for himself.
“Sign it. Since you’ve done something so disgraceful that tarnishes Daphne’s reputation.”
Catherine stared coldly at Arthur and threw a paper agreement at him.
