Taming The Billionaire's Obsession - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

"No, it can't be him..." Jane froze for a split second, and then dismissed that wild thought. Luke was cold and distant; there was no reason that he would be at a wild party place like the Night Charm Club.
Just thinking that the guy from that night was Luke made Jane shiver. She couldn't connect the guy who took advantage of her and then vanished to Luke, who was scary and out of reach.
She ducked her head, pulled the covers up, and turned off the light to sleep.
That night, Jane had a dream. She was back in that private room on the top floor of the Night Charm Club.
In the dim light, a shirtless young man picked her up and pressed her against the door. As they got close, she saw a faint bite mark on his right shoulder.
The bite mark matched Luke's exactly, faded the same way. Just then, the guy pinched her chin and lifted her face.
"Focus, Jane," Luke said, his voice rough and annoyed.
Jane's eyes widened in shock. She looked up and realized the guy holding her had turned into Luke.
He glared down at her, eyebrows furrowed, face stern. His gaze was intense, but he pinched her chin and leaned in to kiss her.
Jane woke up with a start. She sat up, breathing hard, with cold sweat on her back. She couldn't believe that in her dream, the guy who had slept with her was Luke. That was scary.
Luckily, the alarm rang, stopping her thoughts. It was 7:30. Jane jumped up to make breakfast.
Before leaving, Ford specifically filled Jane in on Luke's daily routine.
Luke usually got up at 7 a.m., worked out and took a shower, and then headed downstairs for breakfast at 8 a.m. After that, he went to work. And in the evening, Luke typically returned home around 7:30 p.m. for dinner.
So, as Mrs. Drake, Jane had to have breakfast and dinner ready on time.
Sure enough, as she served breakfast, she saw Luke's tall, strong figure at the top of the stairs.
He stood there in a dark, fancy suit, broad shoulders, slim waist, tall and straight. Probably because he had showered after his morning workout, his short hair was a bit messy. Just standing there, he looked really manly.
"Good morning, Mr. Drake. Breakfast is ready," Jane said. Standing by the table in an apron, she looked up and gave him a professional smile, like she'd forgotten last night's awkwardness.
Jane had worked as a caregiver at a nursing home for a year. She told herself to treat Luke like one of those grumpy, difficult old men she sometimes met there.
Hearing Jane's soft voice, Luke gave her a cold look. Seeing her sweet smile, his gaze paused for a moment.
He looked away the next moment. He went into the kitchen, poured himself some black coffee, and took a couple of quick sips. Then he grabbed his briefcase and walked straight to the door without looking back.
'Just a few sips of coffee for breakfast? Does he not like my cooking?' Jane thought about asking, but remembering Luke's disgusted words last night, she kept quiet.
She followed Luke, seeing him off to work. As he was about to leave, she called out suddenly. "Wait...
"Mr. Drake, uh... it seems you're not happy with my cooking?" she asked, unable to help it. She didn't like having her food ignored. Plus, those expensive imports from the supermarket downstairs cost way more than she could afford.
Luke seemed surprised she dared to ask. He glanced back, his cold brow twitching slightly. "You're imagining things. I have no problem with your cooking."
Jane froze. But the next second, Luke's icy voice came. "I just hate you. That's all."
With that hurtful remark, Luke pushed the door open and left. Jane stood there alone, stunned and embarrassed.
But the next second, Jane rushed out, still in her nightgown and slippers, no time to change.
Just as Luke was about to step into the elevator, he saw Jane rush out from behind. He frowned a bit, "Jane, if I were you, I wouldn't come out and embarrass myself."
His cold eyes showed no mercy. He just thought she was a joke. He scoffed in his heart, thinking, 'Does she think a few meals and acting sweet would win me over? Who does she think she is?'
"No, that's not why I'm here. I need to talk about something important. It won't take long..." Jane was out of breath but tried to stay calm.
His cold gaze narrowed, hiding his disdain. "What?"
"I was thinking. Since you hate me so much, you probably don't want my cooking. So, can I skip cooking dinner and not come home tonight?" Jane tried to say what was on her mind.
But as soon as she spoke, Luke's face darkened. "Not coming home?"
"Yeah. I don't think I need to be back tonight..."
"Jane, I warned you. I overlooked your past scandals, but as Mrs. Drake, you'd better behave. A woman out all night? People will call you immoral." Luke said "immoral" with extra emphasis.
Jane explained, a bit sad, "No, I didn't mean I'd be out all night. I just want to skip dinner time for work."
She met Luke's cold stare and said slowly, "My job ends after 8 PM, so I might not make it back to cook dinner."
"Work?" Luke raised an eyebrow, surprised. He didn't think Jane had a job.
But then, a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Nice excuse. But I didn't know Mrs. Drake needed to work?"
In Luke's eyes, Jane was a woman who sold her marriage for money. He thought she was greedy and lazy. He didn't buy her story at all.
Jane said, "I need to. I've always worked as a nurse at Dwight's nursing home. I want to go back—"
"No way," Luke cut in before Jane could finish. "Jane, don't fool me. If you work at Grandpa's place, what will he think?
"Doubting our marriage? Or do you want Grandpa to think I'm mistreating you? That I'm not giving you enough allowance, making you, Mrs. Drake, work for money?" Luke's icy eyes narrowed as he stared coldly at her.
"Sorry, I... I didn't think of that..." she paused and said honestly.
"If not, then forget those unrealistic ideas. You want a job? Fine. But no caregiving job. It's off-limits." With that, Luke turned away coldly and stepped into the elevator, not wasting a second.
As the elevator doors closed, his chilling voice came through. "Every night at 7:30, I want you at the dinner table. Don't forget that. You're the woman I paid for."