Chapter 1: Climbed into His Bed!

William Fisher arrived home from his evening of socializing, the hour already slipping past midnight.

At just twenty-one years old, he was the most well-known young millionaire in Ravenford. Under his leadership, the Fisher Group had surged ahead of its competitors, leaving other companies in the city far behind.

Social engagements were usually unavoidable, but tonight, he had indeed drunk a bit too much. His assistant had to help him out of the car and into the house.

He staggered back to his bedroom, where the small nightlight emitted a dim glow. The soft light obscured details just enough to create a warm, cozy atmosphere perfect for sleep.

After taking a shower, he habitually lay down naked in bed.

The high-end silk sheets and goose-down comforter provided the best comfort for his skin, making it feel like he was lying on a cloud.

But tonight, something felt different. As soon as William lay down, he noticed a warmth beside him, followed by a familiar scent that stirred memories long buried in his mind, impossible to forget even after all these years.

Before he could fully process it, he felt a rustle of movement. A smooth, delicate leg draped over his abdomen, and a slender hand slipped around his neck.

Startled, William’s half-drunken haze began to lift, his senses sharpening in the darkness. He couldn’t see the woman’s face, but the audacity of her actions stunned him.

Who could be so bold, slipping into his bed in the Fisher family home?

The women he’d encountered before had always been more predictable, content with trying to be his party companion or seducing him with sweet words, occasionally making subtle advances. But this? This was entirely different.

For the first time, William had to admit—he was impressed!

The woman's voice murmured, "Be good, little bear. Don't fuss. Go to sleep."

William blushed. He felt the woman's leg rubbing back and forth against his lower body. But this wasn't a sexual tease; the woman was already asleep. It seemed more like a subconscious habit of hers.

Describing it as coquettish might be more appropriate.

But how could a twenty-one-year-old like William resist such temptation? Desire flared within him, making his whole body hot and restless as his lower body responded, becoming increasingly erect.

The woman's soft hair gently brushed against William's nose, carrying a fresh scent, completely different from the pungent perfume of those flirtatious women who usually tried to woo him.

This sudden situation left William at a loss. His hazy drunkenness was completely dispelled. He didn't dare to move, fearing he would wake the woman beside him, leaving him with no way to explain himself.

If this was some kind of trap, the room could already be rigged with hidden cameras capturing his every move.

William’s mind raced, aware that his actions had consequences not just for himself but for the entire Fisher Group. Women with various motives had tried to ensnare him before, but he had always been cautious, dismissing such cheap tricks with disdain.

At that moment, the filament of the dim nightlight flickered and burned out.

The entire room was instantly swallowed by darkness.

In an instant, William was transported back to that night when he was thirteen.

As the heir to the Fisher Group, William had always been under intense scrutiny. At thirteen, he was kidnapped by hostile forces and spent time in a pitch-black wooden cabin filled with snakes, insects, and rats. This traumatic experience left him with claustrophobia.

Ever since, William couldn’t endure completely dark, enclosed spaces without feeling a surge of panic. This was why he always left a nightlight on when he slept.

Who knew the nightlight would suddenly break today?

Boundless fear engulfed William like seawater, and he struggled in the darkness.

First, his body temperature dropped rapidly, turning him as cold as an ice sculpture; then, his eyes gradually became vacant, his pupils dilated, and his brain couldn't think calmly. His body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Such a mental illness could be deadly.

The sleeping woman seemed to sense the abnormality of the person in her arms. She turned her body completely towards William, using both hands to pull him into her embrace.

The more William trembled, the tighter the woman held him.

Gradually, her warmth began to seep into him, counteracting the icy chill that gripped his body. He could feel the softness of her hands, her gentle touch slowly calming his frantic thoughts. His head rested against her rounded breast, a comforting sensation that brought him a strange sense of peace.

In that moment, William felt as though he were an injured child, soothed by the warmth and protection of a mother's embrace.