Chapter 4: Men... Truly Are Just Like Savage Dogs

Although Alexander had intended for Chloe to live at the estate, Chloe viewed this relationship as nothing more than a boring game. As a result, she only packed a few clothes, ready to pull out at any moment.

She didn't run into any reporters when she entered the complex, but on her way down, she encountered someone completely unexpected.

"Chloe!"

Seeing Chloe step out of the building, a man standing outside called out to her.

Chloe’s brow twitched imperceptibly before she masked her usual disgust for him with an expression of surprise. "Ryan? What are you doing here?"

Ryan, looking every bit the refined gentleman, pressed his lips together as he stared at her with a look of serious urgency. "Chloe, I need to talk to you."

Chloe cast him a couple of glances, a half-smile curling her lips. "I don't think there's anything left for us to talk about."

Ryan persisted, "Chloe!"

A flash of irritation crossed Chloe’s brow. Just as Ethan was about to step in, she waved her hand and said, "Give me a minute. I'll say a few words to him."

"Alright." Ethan swept an indifferent glance over Ryan, a faint, almost invisible blue light glinting off one edge of his gold-rimmed glasses. Withdrawing his gaze, he politely stepped aside.

"What is it? Speak."

Chloe had zero patience for dealing with an ex-boyfriend she had broken up with ages ago. Although he had begged her to get back together recently, watching his pathetic performance—resembling a child caught red-handed trying to trick an adult—suddenly piqued her interest.

Ryan’s eyes locked almost immediately onto her neck, where even a silk scarf couldn't hide the faint bite mark. Driven by a resentment he didn't even realize he harbored, he questioned her with an expression of dramatic disbelief, "Did you really become Lord Alexander's woman?"

Then, his tone turned furious: "Do you have any idea what you're doing? You're selling yourself out!"

His blatant stare reminded Chloe of a stray dog that hadn't gotten its fill of meat—greedy, wild, and utterly repulsive. She pulled at her silk scarf, her tone soft and sweet in stark contrast to her contorted inner thoughts: "That doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."

Ryan immediately pressed, "How does it not? I genuinely love you!"

Chloe lowered her gaze and remained silent for a moment. Trembling, she lifted her eyelashes, the moisture in her eyes threatening to spill over as she put on a deeply pained act: "But... you have no way to stand up to Mr. Alexander..."

"I..." Ryan’s heart softened just as expected. Yet, knowing he couldn't possibly go against Alexander, he hesitated for a long time. Still, the overwhelming lust for the prize won out. After his moment of hesitation, he declared with intense passion, "Wait for me, Chloe! I won't just stand by and watch you stay with a murderer!"

"A murderer?" Chloe’s expression turned instantly horror-stricken. "Really? That's terrifying..."

Ryan let his lips curve into a self-satisfied smile, though he wasn't entirely sure himself. "It should be true... That's what everyone says."

"That's what everyone says?" Chloe lowered her head, her long hair parting naturally to reveal the elegant curve of her neck beneath the sunlight—a curve lined with soft, impossibly delicate baby hairs.

She whispered softly, "Right now, everyone says I'm a homewrecker seducing a married man. Do you think I'm a homewrecker, too?"

Faced with such a heartbreaking sight, Ryan answered without a second thought, "Of course not! I believe you're not that kind of person."

"That's good." Chloe slowly raised her head, thoroughly enjoying the joke of the self-absorbed man before her. Yet her gaze remained intently focused on Ryan as her lips curled into a gentle smile. "How wonderful... Someone actually believes in me."

Ryan seemed to drown in those soft, affectionate eyes, a wave of guilt and shame rising in his heart. At the same time, he felt immensely encouraged. Passion and distress mixed on his handsome face: "Wait for me, Chloe! I'll rescue you from this hellhole soon!"

By the time he regained his composure, Chloe had already turned away, leaving him with nothing but a fragile yet mesmerizing silhouette—one that gave him a haunting fear that she might drift away at any second.

---

Chloe’s gaze casually flicked toward Ethan’s glasses, and she let out a soft laugh. "Let's go," she said gently.

Ethan replied, "Yes, Miss Chloe."

Every single word of that conversation had been transmitted through the signal and fed straight into Alexander’s ear. The woman's soft voice scratched at his eardrums like a cat's paw. Inside his meticulously designed office, the man's dark pupils shifted slightly, his lips curling into an intriguing arc.

After signing a few documents on his desk, he lazily rotated his executive chair, looking out through the one-way glass wall at the bustling city of the metropolis below. The Alexander Estate rested far off on that mountain in the distance.

*What a playful little cat...*

*Being so gentle with someone else... she deserves a lesson.*

Alexander pressed the intercom to call Ethan in, his expression unreadable. "Postpone this afternoon's meeting and tonight's dinner. I'm going back to the estate."

Ethan groaned inwardly, though his face remained a picture of professionalism. "Understood, Mr. Alexander."

*So this is what they call 'the king neglecting his duties for a beauty'?* Who could have guessed that the ruthless Lord Alexander—a man who had once dumped red wine over a beauty trying to throw herself at him—would have a day where he was captivated by a woman?

Remembering something, Ethan suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Alexander, regarding the online rumors about Miss Chloe, should we handle them?"

Alexander lifted his eyelids, a half-smile on his face. "Are you that free?"

Ethan paled in shock. "I'll take the files out right away!"

*The mind of a ruler is truly impossible to fathom.* He had thought that since Alexander finally found a substitute, he would hold her in high regard and resolve small rumors without a second thought. Yet Alexander hadn't even brought it up.

---

At the estate, Chloe was preparing to hang her brought-along clothes in the walk-in closet. Stepping inside the master bedroom's closet, she raised an eyebrow. Alexander's closet fit every standard for a ruthless CEO—clean, crisp, and organized. Surprisingly, his shirts were strictly black and white, hung with absolute precision on opposite sides.

It looked almost like... clothing belonging to two completely different people.

Last night and this morning, Alexander had worn black both times.

Chloe merely swept a brief glance over it before casually looking away, appearing completely uncurious.

The moment she turned around, she collided directly with a man’s inscrutable gaze. Startled by Alexander standing behind her like a spectral ghost, Chloe stumbled on the flat floor, nearly bowing to him in a dramatic courtly gesture.

...*What terrible luck.*

Fortunately, Alexander caught her just in time. His deep, cool voice, mixed with a faint scent of pine, wrapped around her ear in teasing amusement: "So excited to see me?"

Suppressing the intense malice in her heart, Chloe leaned into him, offering him a bright, shadowless smile: "I didn't expect you to come back so early, Mr. Alexander."

Alexander’s gaze swept over the newly added women's clothing in the closet—their vibrant colors creating a stark visual clash against the dull, dark environment. Then, his eyes fell onto Chloe’s face. Without warning, he lowered his head and bit down on her lips.

Just like yesterday, there was no tenderness at all. Forcing her lips open, he gave her no room to react or resist, brandishing his mouth inside hers with near-cruel intensity.

Pushed repeatedly against the wardrobe behind her, Chloe was surprised by how well she adapted. Putting on a proper "frightened" act, she submissively responded, pretending to crave a touch of gentleness.

Clutching the man's lapels, her mind and body felt split into two separate entities. Her body obediently cooperated with him, while her heart harbors a venomous disgust. *Men... truly are just like savage dogs. Any little thing can trigger their instincts.*

Inside the closet, a strange, intoxicating scent seemed to ignite as passion and desire burst into flames in a flash. The air grew thick with the smell of pine and crisp green citrus.

A moment later, Alexander pulled back an inch, his heavy gaze sweeping over Chloe's features. Resting his head against her neck, he closed his eyes, greedily listening to her ragged breathing.

"Do you feel wronged?" he asked softly.

Chapter 5: You Can Bite a Little Harder Next Time

"Hmm?" Chloe was bewildered for a split second before understanding struck her. She barely managed to drape her arms over his shoulders, looking up at him with eyes shimmering like water as she asked with a smile, "If I say no, will you believe me, Mr. Alexander?"

It seemed he had already found out about her conversation with Ryan. Ethan, this private assistant of hers, truly was a qualified, loyal hound sitting at the devil's feet...

Still, she didn't care much. Possessiveness was merely one of the contractual terms set by her "paying client."

Alexander leaned into her, reaching out to pinch her chin and forcing Chloe to raise her head to meet his eyes. Bending down, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "If you want something, do something that makes me happy—"

"And I'll give you everything."

*Give you everything...* The offer was blatantly enticing. Looking into his pitch-black, lightless eyes, Chloe suddenly stood on tiptoe and dropped a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. Sweeping a quick glance at his reaction, her lips curved as she continued. Grasping Alexander's muscular forearm, she discovered he was trembling—as if using every ounce of his strength to suppress himself.

Dark thoughts welled up inside her once more. *This really is fascinating.*

Hanging in the wardrobe behind her were all men's shirts. The clean scent of laundry detergent mingled with his crisp, cool aura, completely enveloping her.

Chloe bit down on his Adam's apple, finally pleasing the lord. Alexander suddenly let out a low laugh, his chuckles shifting from a quiet murmur to a crazed, highly neurotic laugh.

Chloe's lips curved slightly, ignoring the psychological disgust that almost caused her stomach to cramp.

Putting on the expected reaction right on cue... showing a faint trace of a woman's frustration, she pulled back and spoke helplessly: "Mr. Alexander..."

"Hmm?" Alexander raised an eyebrow with a hint of regret, slowly extending his thumb to wipe the corner of Chloe's mouth. "I'll take you to meet a couple of friends in two days."

Chloe knew she no longer had to worry about the online rumors. Even Chen Jie hadn't been able to figure out who was behind it after investigating for so long, and she was genuinely curious as to who had done it. Dropping a quick kiss on Alexander's lips, her eyes crinkled into a smile: "Thank you so much, Mr. Alexander."

Alexander swept a glance over her lips, leaning down close to her ear, his tone unable to conceal his excitement: "You can bite a little harder next time."

"..."

Chloe's beautiful eyes widened in utter shock. Feeling the man's breath, hot and sticky against her skin, she tilted her head away in disgust. Yet the smooth, soft contour of her profile made the gesture look more like a shy, coy dodge.

Alexander stared at her for a moment. Extending the back of his hand, he tenderly traced a half-circle along her cheek before taking her hand in his. "I have a gift for you."

Exercising a lifetime's worth of patience to endure the man's intense craving for intimacy, a perfectly timed look of expectation lit up her smiling eyes and brow. "What gift?"

Alexander cast a mysterious glance at her, saying unexpectedly, "Something Chloe likes."

His certain tone instantly soured Chloe's mood a bit. They had only had their first official interaction last night; how could he possibly know what she liked? Or... had he targeted her from the very beginning?

She coldly observed the man's confidence, calculating how she should express her dislike and trouble in a moment. Surely, the dark tyrant was looking down on her from above just like she was, admiring every move of the new pet he had casually captured.

---

Walking down the stairs to the first floor, a human-sized cardboard box sat in the middle of the living room, looking especially eye-catching amidst the exquisite decor.

Chloe was genuinely taken aback for a second. Casting a glance at Alexander, he merely raised his chin in gesture. "Go open it yourself."

Picking up a small utility knife for opening packages, Chloe's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Weighing the tyrant's unfathomable temper, her sense of anticipation steadily climbed, giving her the thrill of unboxing a giant mystery box.

Carefully cutting open the outer layer of ordinary cardboard, a human-sized black box lay inside. The textured matte finish seemed to say, "Hurry up," and "Come open me." Looking at such a massive package, Chloe had an itching premonition.

...Incredible.

Taking his unique, leisurely strides, Alexander walked over to sit on the sofa, crossing his legs with immense "big boss" swagger. Reaching out casually, he scooped up Sweetie, who was curled up on the sofa daydreaming. With a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, he watched her unbox the gift as if observing a tiny pet.

The air was quiet; Chloe could almost hear the purring rumble in Sweetie's throat under his strokes.

With his intense gaze locked onto her, she untied the ribbon on the black box and peeled open the lid with some effort. Chloe raised an eyebrow—her premonition hadn't been wrong. A gift like this fit the dark tyrant's style perfectly.

What surprised her was that it actually looked just like her...

*The tyrant's taste was... quite unique?*

Lying inside the box was a Ball-Jointed Doll (BJD) that bore an uncanny resemblance to her, fully made-up and dressed. Two pairs of identical amber eyes were staring at each other "big-eye to big-eye," which was a bit eerie. No vanity needed—this doll could only have been custom-made in her likeness.

Things were turning intriguing... Anyone who raised dolls knew just how long the production cycle was for such an intricate BJD.

It seemed last night was merely a hunting opportunity he had waited a long time for... For celebrities like them in the entertainment industry, meeting a capitalist of the tyrant's caliber was far less simple than gossip tabloids made it out to be.

*So, when exactly did I attract his attention?* Chloe thought.

Chloe couldn't remember how long it had been since she last kept a doll. Seeing such a large one out of nowhere, she felt genuinely pleased by the gift. Regardless of whether he had investigated her preferences from before her debut, or how creepy and twisted it was to have a life-sized doll that looked identical to her, she couldn't suppress a thrill of finding a kindred spirit.

Unsure when she had crept over, Sweetie stood by the edge of the box, poking her head in to peek before glancing back at Chloe. Her pupils rounded in the middle of the day. The cat's tiny brain couldn't comprehend why a "person" who looked just like her was lying inside a box. Chloe intentionally moved the doll's head, and Sweetie's back instantly arched as her fur puffed up, springing off her paws to flee in absolute terror.

Watching the white cat scurry away into the distance, a sense of pride from a successful prank welled up inside her. *She wasn't a fragile little pet who couldn't even handle this level of surprise...*

Just then, Alexander's voice suddenly sounded near her ear like a ghost: "Does Chloe like it?"

Chloe let out a quiet sigh, like a child nearly caught doing something bad. She thought dully, *Is he the cat here? Walking around without making a single sound.*

Alexander sat on the floor without a care for his image, resting one arm on his knee. His gaze was deep, as if inspecting some priceless, solitary treasure in the world.

The servants in the living room had long since retired, leaving just the two of them. Sunlight slanted silently through the floor-to-ceiling glass, stretching their shadows and overlapping them together.

Chloe turned her head, her eyes meeting his gaze with just the right amount of tenderness, offering a soft, submissive smile: "This gift is very special."

Alexander leaned closer, staring at her with a touch of persistence as he asked again, "Do you like it?"

Looking into his stubborn, pitch-black eyes, Chloe suddenly raised her head and touched his lips with a fleeting kiss, whispering softly, "I like it."

Alexander stared at her for a moment, the weather in his dark eyes turning from sunny to gloomy without warning, sounding both helpless and threatening: "Chloe is being disobedient..."

"Lying again."

Those three softly spoken words hit Chloe like a falling rock, making her heart skip a beat.

Outside the main hall was a front-facing floor-to-ceiling window. It was early summer in May, and sunlight poured through the glass. Yet a cold breeze seemed to draft through the room. A layer of goosebumps rose across her skin, accompanied by a cold sweat brought on by excitement.

Chloe's light-colored pupils flickered slightly. Unhurriedly, she reached out and grabbed Alexander's necktie, pouting at him with feigned grievance: "I really do like it... Why won't you believe me, Mr. Alexander?"

Pausing briefly, she asked what she already knew: "Mr. Alexander must not know that I used to collect these, right?"

Looking at Alexander's dark, gloomy face, a hidden, malicious thrill surged within Chloe's heart. *Knowing full well that I liked it, yet deliberately going crazy to probe me... What was the dark tyrant trying to hide?*

Chapter 6: How Would You Like to Handle It?

Hearing this, Alexander paused subtly, shifting his gaze to the doll in the box. "Have someone take it to the bedroom."

Chloe quietly observed his body language, surprised to discover—was he actually feeling awkward?

Catching her out of the corner of his eye, Alexander reached out, his long, well-defined fingers untying the ribbon around the doll's waist like he was unbuttoning a lover's clothes. In a tone somewhere between playful and serious, he asked, "Why don't you try wearing its clothes, Chloe?"

Chloe: "..."

*The tyrant's taste was still... excessively twisted.*

She blinked her eyes and curled her lips into a smile, leaning her head to the side in a self-deprecating joke: "I don't think I'm quite that... slender."

Even though it was a life-sized doll, there was still a massive difference compared to a real person, and it certainly wasn't crafted with human proportions. More than anything, constantly pleasing a man was a truly exhausting chore.

Alexander turned his head, his appreciative gaze lazily sweeping down past her neck as he said nonchalantly, "You're perfect just the way you are, Chloe."

Chloe: "..."

*As expected, a man's gaze forever lingers only on those few ounces of flesh and curves on a woman. Some were discreet, others blatant, but without exception, every single one was revolting.*

Yet Chloe always reminded herself that she was in a game, putting on a speechlessly helpless expression.

Seeming to find her reaction entertaining, he suddenly leaned close, nipping her ear: "I like it very much."

A defiant smile flickered in Chloe's pale, cat-like eyes. Her lips brushed lightly past his cheek as she mimicked his tone, admiring his perfectly sculpted features: "Courtesy demands reciprocity... Is there any gift you would like, Mr. Alexander?"

"Something I want?" Alexander stared at her for a moment. Suddenly leaning down, he inhaled close to Chloe's neck, lowering his voice: "Aren't you already mine, Chloe? What else could you possibly give me?"

It was a sharp taunt designed to hit a woman's fragile self-esteem, yet Chloe couldn't care less. A smile lingered at the corner of her lips, as if completely oblivious to the subtext of his words. She tilted her head playfully at Alexander, "How about I gift you my perfume, Mr. Alexander?"

Alexander raised an eyebrow.

With an unsaid meaning dancing in her eyes, she whispered right against Alexander's ear, "That way, wherever you are, you'll be able to smell my scent..."

"It'll be like I'm right beside you, every single moment."

Gifting perfume was a deeply ambiguous gesture, yet it fit their current relationship perfectly. Chloe had noticed that Alexander loved leaning in close to smell her, like a fiercely possessive wild beast.

Alexander suddenly used his fingers to lift her chin, a smile playing at his lips. His voice sounded lazy, making it impossible to tell if he was pleased or displeased: "Alright."

"I like your scent very much, Chloe."

---

And so, Chloe moved into the Alexander Estate with total peace of mind. Aside from his unpredictable temper, Alexander was actually quite a gentleman. Beyond the "eat together, sleep together" rule, he hadn't forced her into anything.

Over the past few days, however, Alexander showed no intention of handling Chloe's scandal and negative press.

The rumors about Chloe on the internet were spiraling out of control. Her manager, Chen Jie, had urged her multiple times, nagging like a pimp managing her talent: "How have we still not found out who's screwing with you? A man as unfathomable as Lord Alexander is definitely waiting for you to beg him! Coax him a little and wouldn't it be solved? Do you still want to act or not? You're not planning to retire, are you? Let me tell you, a man like Lord Alexander might not keep pampering you forever..."

The "victim" herself, Chloe, remained completely unbothered, obediently waiting for Alexander to come home. She remembered they were going to meet his friends tonight.

A figure like Alexander wouldn't break his word over such a minor affair.

Ethan: "Miss Chloe, the outfit Mr. Alexander ordered for you has arrived."

Chloe, who had been hopelessly lost in the joy of petting the cat, looked up lazily and asked, "When will Mr. Alexander be back?"

Her expression was so natural, resembling a wife waiting for her husband to return home. A subtle glint flickered in Ethan's eyes as he smiled, "He's on his way."

"Mm." Chloe raised her eyebrow slightly and nodded, "Just leave it there for now."

Seeing that her "servant" had stopped the massage, Sweetie skillfully reached out her paw to scratch at her hand. Her round eyes glared at her like a little tiger, demanding: *Pet me, human.*

Chloe pinched the base of the cat's tail, her gentle tone hiding a sharp edge: "The dark tyrant is coming back. No more playtime."

The tiger instantly turned into a sick cat. Sweetie intelligently leapt off her lap, fleeing at lightning speed on her soft paw pads.

Chloe let out a soft laugh, finally understanding what it meant to be universally avoided by cats and dogs alike.

Ethan's lips twitched slightly.

Over the past few days, Miss Chloe had somehow managed to become familiar with everyone in the Alexander household—especially this fat cat, who had already treated her as a soft-tempered, easily bullied "servant." Yet it didn't seem to realize who was actually being played.

---

The faint honk of a car echoed from afar across the estate. Chloe's ears twitched, and she got up to go upstairs. Her timing was impeccable; just as she finished changing, Alexander appeared at the doorway of the walk-in closet, his eyes sweeping over her in delighted approval.

It was a relatively casual red dress that outlined her figure in a scorching, eye-catching manner. Looking at her was like a fire burning in one's throat—one that even a torrential downpour couldn't extinguish.

Chloe met his gaze through the mirror, her lips curving into a smile woven with enchanting charm.

Alexander rolled up his shirt sleeves and stepped up from behind her. Familiar with the gesture, he sucked gently on the mark on her side neck, offering his praise without restraint: "Beautiful."

Chloe turned her head to exchange a kiss with him, whispering gently, "It's because Mr. Alexander has great taste."

Her movements during kisses with the man were becoming increasingly natural, masking an underlying disgust that no one could detect. Yet he seemed remarkably obsessed with this mark on her neck...

A long time ago, she had intentionally teased a certain mute boy, asking, *"Do I look pretty?"*

His face flushing red, he had written a massive paragraph on paper flattery-praising her beauty, including a line that said, *"Even the mark on your neck is so beautiful."*

Back then, she had mocked him for having a weird fetish. He had been covered in injuries, gloomy and depressed all day, unwilling to communicate with anyone. Yet she had deliberately, maliciously teased him, forcing him to "speak" with her.

Alexander slowly swept his gaze over her hazy eyes. Suddenly, he reached out and pinched the back of her neck, his voice turning darkly eerie against her ear: "Who are you thinking about?"

With a metaphorical knife pressed against the back of her neck, Chloe still didn't forget to softly seduce him: "I was thinking how wonderful Mr. Alexander's scent is."

She leaned against the man's collar like a cat, sniffing gently. He had used the perfume she gave him. Yet unlike the soft, sweet fragrance it had on a woman, it mingled with a man's distinct scent, creating an unexpectedly comforting aroma.

Alexander admired his little cat's performance, the expression on his face shifting instantly from overcast to sunny as he replied with suggestive cooperation, "Then you can smell it more tonight."

Chloe nodded slightly, her long hair cascading down to deliberately expose a strip of her fragile neck, her voice low and laced with a smile: "Alright."

Alexander narrowed his eyes, and as if fulfilling her wish, reached out to gently stroke the back of her slender, fair neck back and forth.

---

The moment the private room door opened, a wave of laughter and playful chatter rushed out.

A cluster of men sat crowded around the large U-shaped sofa—undoubtedly individuals belonging to the exact same world as Alexander—each holding a beauty in his arms. Only one man sitting in the corner wore an immaculate white shirt, his sleeves neatly rolled up to his forearms, seemingly possessing an innate shield against the surrounding women.

Chloe raised an eyebrow. She actually saw the word "righteous" written clearly on his face.

Her chin was suddenly turned by someone. Alexander tilted his head, threatening in a low voice, "Looks good?"

Chloe's almond eyes curved into crescents, instantly abandoning all bottom lines to coax the dark tyrant: "Of course he doesn't have even a tenth of Mr. Alexander's charm."

Just then, someone blew a whistle: "Hey! It's real! Our Lord Alexander actually has someone by his side now."

The voice was laced with an unspoken tease. Chloe lazily swept her gaze over, quietly leaning closer to Alexander's side.

Alexander raised his eyes, his sharp, piercing gaze landing precisely on the man. "Zhou Jin, if you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll cut it off."

Zhou Jin shrank under Alexander's glare, apologizing cautiously, "Brother Alexander, I was wrong."

Having perfectly played the role of a manipulative temptress riding on the tyrant's coattails, Chloe offered Zhou Jin a harmless smile, silently mocking this low-level minion bowing to the dark lord.

The atmospheric pressure around Alexander plummeted several degrees. Zhou Jin felt his scalp go numb under her smile, reaching up to mess his neatly styled hair into a bird's nest—one where a bird could start laying eggs right away.

*My lady, I beg you, please stop smiling at me!*