Hungry wife.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” Claudia muttered, a deep frown settling on her face.

Even though she had never watched porn in her life, she had an idea of what it entailed, and the fact that Mr. Harold had given her such a disc was deeply upsetting.

Deciding not to dwell too much on it, Claudia placed the disc on the bedside table, along with the new phone she had found earlier.

Letting out a heavy breath, she turned around and walked toward the bathroom to enjoy a warm bath.

The bathroom was unlike anything she had ever seen. It was spacious, luxurious, and undeniably beautiful.

Claudia wasted no time brushing her teeth and stepping under the warm cascade of water flowing from the showerhead.

Midway through her bath, the soap bottle slipped from her hand and crashed to the floor.

‘Fuck,’ Claudia cursed as she jumped in fright, her heart leaping into her throat.

‘I thought something bad was about to happen to me,’ she thought, still shaken.

While Claudia was living with her father, she had always carried the fear of being attacked while bathing, sleeping, eating, or even using the toilet.

That trauma still lingered, refusing to let her feel safe, even in a mansion filled with luxury.

Besides, due to Claudia’s father’s constant abuse, whenever she felt comfortable in a space, she always had it at the back of her mind that her quiet time could be instantly ruined by her father’s presence.

She bent down, picked up the soap bottle, placed it on a safe spot, and resumed her bath.

Afterward, Claudia stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around her waist and walked over to the wardrobe.

She opened it and pulled out the first outfit her eyes landed on which was a green hoodie and its matching joggers.

After Claudia dry off her damp body, she got dressed and stared at her reflection in the mirror, letting out a loud sigh.

‘If staying with Mr. Harold means I won’t have to be scared of being attacked during my peaceful moments, then I won’t mind doing whatever he wants,’ Claudia thought to herself.

She smiled faintly at her reflection and stepped out of her room, only to see Sebastian standing in the hallway with a phone pressed to his ear.

Claudia halted.

Sebastian was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, unbuttoned, leaving his sculpted chest exposed.

From his waist down was a pair of black trousers that complemented the polished black shoes on his feet.

To Claudia, Sebastian looked breathtaking… like a model torn from the cover of a luxury magazine, wrapped in a sophisticated aura that made it nearly impossible to look away.

Should I greet him or just walk past like nothing happened? she debated silently.

The awkwardness from the night before still lingered in Claudia’s chest, nudging her toward silence, but ignoring Sebastian completely would only make things more tense between them.

“Hey,” Claudia purred, raising a hand in greeting.

Sebastian frowned. His gaze trailed over Claudia from head to toe before he rolled his eyes and turned his back to her.

“So when will you be free for us to meet?” he said into the phone as he continued walking down the hallway. “We still have a few documents to sign.”

Claudia scoffed as her eyes remained focused on him until he disappeared from view.

“What a jerk,” she muttered under her breath, sneering through clenched teeth before turning away and heading downstairs.

‘Besides, I’m not married to him, so why should I feel awkward because of the little misunderstanding that happened last night?’

With that thought, Claudia pushed her recent encounter with Sebastian to the back of her mind.

As she stepped into the sitting room, she spotted Evelyn.

“Hey, good morning,” Claudia greeted with a warm smile.

Evelyn nodded politely. “Good morning to you, Mrs. Harold. How was your night?”

“Huh?” Claudia blinked, taking a few steps closer. “Did you just call me Mrs. Harold?”

Evelyn nodded again. “Since you’re married to Mr. Harold, that automatically makes you Mrs. Harold.”

Claudia’s lips parted slightly as she swallowed hard. The title felt strange, almost unreal.

“So, how was your night?”

“Oh, it was good. Peaceful. The bed is big and soft,” Claudia replied, forcing a smile.

“Very good then,” Evelyn said as she turned and walked toward the kitchen, Claudia following behind. “Mr. Harold instructed me to make sure you feel at home. So, I’d love to know what meals you enjoy and if you have any allergies.”

“I’m… I’m not allergic to any meal,” Claudia stammered, surprised that someone actually cared about what she ate.

Evelyn paused, turned to the fridge, and opened it. “Since I wasn’t sure what you’d like, I went ahead and made porridge, rice, salad, and pasta,” she explained, taking a breath. “What would you prefer?”

“Umm, porridge,” Claudia murmured.

“Alright then, porridge it is,” Evelyn replied, pulling out the flask from the refrigerator.

She turned on the microwave, warmed the food, and served it at the dining table.

“Thanks,” Claudia whispered, taking her seat and quickly digging into the meal.

It tasted better than any porridge she’d ever had.

Claudia ate hungrily, barely lifting her head, and soon she asked for another plate of porridge.

“You must’ve been really hungry,” Evelyn joked, dishing out another bowl.

Claudia devoured it with just as much enthusiasm.

“Do you want more?” Evelyn asked, now seated on the chair next to Claudia.

She shook her head shyly, avoiding eye contact.

‘Even though I want more, I still have to control myself before I’m portrayed as a hungry wife,’ Claudia thought to herself.

She grabbed the plate and headed over to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes when, all of a sudden, Evelyn stopped her in her tracks.

“You don’t have to do the dishes. I’ll take care of that,” Evelyn said, walking over and gently taking the plate from Claudia’s hands.

“But I have to—”

“No, Mrs. Harold,” Evelyn cut in. “Mr. Harold would be upset with me if he finds out I allowed you to do the dishes,” she explained.

“Oh… okay,” Claudia murmured. “Umm… if you don’t mind me asking, Evelyn, can you please call me Claudia? I’m… I’m not quite comfortable being called Mrs. Harold.”

Evelyn scoffed lightly but gave a firm nod. “Okay, Claudia.”

She turned on the tap of the kitchen sink and began doing the dishes. “I also want to tell you that Mr. Harold will be back early from work today. He asked me to remind you to watch the disc in your room,” Evelyn stated, pausing to glance at Claudia. “He also said you should practice before he returns. And if you need help understanding anything, let me know.”

In that moment, it finally dawned on Claudia that her only role in Mr. Harold’s mansion was to pleasure him.

And in return, she would be taken care of.