"I can make your husband willingly divorce you, and all you need to do is help me with a small task."
Dirk Carter's gaze was fixed tightly on Delilah Goodman as he spoke.
Delilah let out a cold snort and retorted, "Dirk, what are you thinking? Why would I divorce my husband?"
Dirk said nothing.
His handsome face gradually moved closer to Delilah.
To the point where they were nearly nose to nose.
Delilah, trying to maintain her composure, suddenly found her breathing becoming rapid.
Her face also turned slightly red.
The hand held by Dirk began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Director Goodman, if I'm not mistaken, it's been a long time since you've been with a man, hasn't it?"
"You... you're being outrageous!"
Seeing herself about to lose control.
Delilah shoved Dirk away.
Dirk didn't get mad, and said, "When you were 25, you met Bingham Fisher. At that time, he was young and handsome, and you thought you had found Prince Charming, entrusting yourself to him. But just six months into your marriage, you discovered that he was good at pretending, that he was actually a philanderer, seeking out women was a daily affair for him. More importantly, he also had tendencies for domestic violence. Am I right?"
This time.
Delilah fell silent, which was as good as an admission.
Dirk was secretly delighted again.
The notebook Dylan Tate left behind was indeed a miracle.
It seemed he had a chance of staying alive.
Feeling confident.
Not giving Delilah a chance to refute, Dirk continued, "You really want to divorce him, but this shameless scoundrel secretly took quite a few scandalous photos of you to blackmail you not to divorce him. After all, having a Director wife is a bonus for his business."
"You two have been separated for over three years, not only unable to divorce, but also having to maintain a façade of affection. This marriage is your greatest source of pain right now!"
These continuous words.
Finally struck a chord with Delilah's already fragile nerves.
The usually cold, prestigious female leader, broke down in tears in front of Dirk.
Dirk took out a handkerchief from his pocket.
Gently wiped her face.
Delilah turned around and gripped his hand, asking, "I've never told anyone about these things, how do you know?"
Dirk smiled confidently, and said, "Director Goodman, you don't need to worry about how I know. If you agree to our deal, I'll make Bingham Fisher obediently divorce you, but whatever I ask for, you must give me!"
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Alright, it's a deal. As long as that bastard Bingham is willing to divorce me, I'll give you anything you want! But if you dare mess with me, I guarantee you'll die without a place to be buried. Don't forget, you no longer have any backing."
Delilah said venomously.
Dirk smiled calmly, glanced at his watch, and noted that it was already evening.
He said, "Director Goodman, let's make a decisive move today and settle this. Of course, before that, you'll need to cooperate with me."
"Cooperate? How do you want me to cooperate?"
Delilah asked.
Dirk suddenly had a mischievous grin and said, "Get a room!"
"Get a room? What are you up to?"
Delilah was about to burst with anger, but suddenly remembered what she'd said earlier, gritted her teeth, and said, "Fine, get a room then. Like I said, as long as you can help me get the divorce, I'll give you whatever you want."
Off work at five thirty.
By six, most of the office lights were already off.
The back gate of the Health Bureau was a small road.
Dirk sat in a taxi, waiting for about five minutes.
Delilah, dressed in casual clothes, came out cautiously, looked around, and got into the taxi.
"Driver, to the Romantique Hotel."
Dirk patted the driver's shoulder.
Upon hearing the name Romantique Hotel, the middle-aged driver smiled knowingly, mumbled "Youth is indeed wonderful," and stepped on the gas.
Fifteen minutes later.
Nightfall deepened.
The taxi stopped in front of a modestly decorated hotel.
After Dirk got out, Delilah hesitated for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then gathered the courage to get out of the car.
Smoothly completed the check-in formalities.
The two entered the corridor illuminated by soft pink lights.
When the room was unlocked, Delilah paused and asked, "What kind of hotel is this?"
"Couple's hotel, or what people refer to as a love hotel. What? Are you scared?"
He asked provocatively.
Delilah pursed her lips, and said in a deep voice, "What should I be afraid of? If you can't pull this off, I'll make sure you suffer immensely."
With that.
She mustered her courage and went in.
Sitting on the round bed, Delilah seemed very tense, her gaze fixed on the door. Though curious about the various "toys" in the room, she dared not look at them.
About three minutes later.
Apparently having braced herself mentally.
Delilah gulped, stood up.
With her long fingers reaching for her collar, she undid the buttons while speaking with disdain, "Alright, let's not waste time, the sooner we start, the sooner we finish..."
"Start what?"
Asked Dirk, reclining on the sofa.
This response made Delilah even more disgusted.
She snorted coldly, "I've already come in with you, why the pretense? Are men ever any good?"
As soon as she finished speaking.
The buttons on her blouse were completely undone.
Revealing the hint of black lace lingerie beneath.
The mature beauty of her body left Dirk's eyes glued.
Seeing Dirk like this, Delilah also showed a look of disdain.
Lying down in a V-shape, she said, "Go ahead, I won't resist, but I won't cooperate either."
With a slight chuckle.
Dirk laughed.
Delilah was puzzled.
And got up to ask, "What are you laughing at?"
"Director Goodman, I think you've misunderstood. I brought you here to help you get a divorce, not... not to sleep with you."
"What do you mean?"
Delilah obviously didn't grasp it at first. At that moment, she didn't realize that her half-raised posture left the view of her upper body entirely exposed to Dirk.
Dirk casually picked up a towel from the corner and draped it over Delilah, saying, "Tonight, Bingham Fisher will be coming to this hotel to have a secret rendezvous with another woman. Our room happens to be right opposite his."
"You brought me here to catch him in the act? No, no, Bingham is a bastard. If you infuriate him, he might go to extremes, those photos..."
Delilah suddenly sat up.
Gesturing emphatically, she said.
Dirk smiled slightly.
And said, "We can't directly confront him, but if someone else does it, it's a different story. In half an hour, the show is about to start. Wouldn't you like to see him begging for mercy?"
With those words.
Delilah finally understood.
It was only then she realized her clothes were open.
Her face turned red, bashful, and she hastily buttoned her shirt.
Half an hour isn't long.
Yet, with a single man and woman alone in a room.
Especially in a couple's hotel permeated with suggestive intentions.
Every piece of equipment in the room made one's breath quicken.
For Delilah, who hadn't been with a man in over three years, facing the handsome Dirk, she seemed to find it hard to suppress her urges.