Racquelle had booked a presidential suite at the Royal Lounge so she could come and go as she pleased. I helped her inside and laid her down on the bed. To my surprise, she suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Joshua, I won’t let you leave,” she said, her expression unexpectedly gentle as she tightened her grip. “If you please me tonight, I’ll grant you one wish.”

Barquelle’s words took me aback, and I quickly pushed her away. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me with a sneer. “What’s wrong? Are you not interested?”

I looked at her seriously and said indifferently, “Racquelle, get a grip: I’m your brother.”

“Brother?” She raised an eyebrow. Her eyes brimmed with disdain and sarcasm. She continued, “How can you be considered my brother? Other than sharing the same blood type, are we even related? Or are you Dad’s illegitimate child? That’s why he told me…”

I was stunned into silence by Racquelle’s words. How could she say something like that? Didn’t she hate me more than anyone else? How could she possibly let me touch her? Was she drunk, or was she acting?

Seeing my hesitation, she suddenly burst into laughter. She raised an eyebrow and looked at me with a playful glint in her eyes. “Joshua, why aren’t you coming? Are you scared?”

I instinctively took a few steps back and replied coldly, “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!” Racquelle stated intently, then beckoned me closer with her finger. “I’m asking you to come and keep me company.”

I met her stare with calm defiance and shook my head. “Stop fooling around. If this gets out, people will gossip.”

Racquelle seemed to overestimate her importance to me. I was only here because of the contract signed with Gerald, which obligated me to look after her. Plus, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

However, she just smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to be my fiancé?”

She continued, “What’s wrong? Well, I’m right in front of you. Are you backing out now? What a coward!”

I looked at her calmly, but my dislike for her continued to grow. What gave her the nerve to think I’d ever want to marry her? I’d had enough of crossing paths with her.

Did she honestly think I would want to be with her? My resentment toward her had reached a level that felt permanent. Just seeing her made me feel sick. There was no way I’d ever want her as my wife. It was all just in her head.

“Racquelle, you’ve had too much to drink,” I said. “Get some rest. I’ll keep watch at the door. Call me if you need anything.”

After I said that, I turned to leave. However, she grabbed my hand and slapped me hard across the face. The crisp slap made my head spin. “Joshua, are you deaf? I told you to stay! I please me. Do you understand?”

Her eyes were full of contempt and mockery. It felt like I was just a worthless nobody, powerless to stand up for myself. Racquelle continued, “Joshua, if you’re going to be a lapdog, you might as well act like one. You’ve been sticking close to me under the pretense of protecting me. Is it obvious that you like me? Now that I’m feeling generous and giving you a chance, do you lose? You’re just a loser. You’ll always be a failure in life.”