Francis left the room and breathed a sigh. For a few moments he had been tempted to accept Mary's invitation and run through her tight cave.

But Mary had called out Belland's name.

He had never wanted a woman to call out the name of a man who looked exactly like him while he was pleasing them.

But maybe it was something else, something Francis didn't even realize, that made him unwilling to want to do that to Mary.

Maybe it was because she was clearly not in a right state of mind?

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The next morning, Mary was woken up by the sound of a glass breaking.

She opened her eyes and saw the mess on the bed, along with the sex suits that she had put away, now scattered all over the bed. Mary instantly guessed what had happened last night.

She had been drinking and must have asked Belland to do those embarrassing sex games.

Mary covered her face with her hand. Her head was still hurting, and her whole body was aching from the intense sex last night, especially her lower body, which was very sore.

Then, she was attracted by the noise outside the door.

Only then did she remember that she had just been woken up by the sound of glass breaking.

At this moment, there was also the sound of tables and chairs hitting the ground outside the door, as well as the angry curses of a man.

Mary put on her clothes and opened the door. She found Belland and Francis struggling together. Belland was pressing down on Francis with a fist raised and was about to hit Francis's handsome face.

At this time, both of their faces were covered with wounds, and blood was oozing out of the corners of their mouths.

"Oh my God!" Mary quickly went forward and grabbed Belland's arm to prevent him from swinging the punch.

Pulling Belland away, Mary looked at the wound on her husband's face. "What happened? Why did you fight?"

Belland's handsome face was twisted with anger at this moment. He stared at Francis fiercely and pointed at him, but could not say anything for a long time.

Could he tell Mary that when he came home this morning, he found that Mary's arms had been untied?

And the clip on Mary's nipples had also been taken off?

Francis had admitted his actions straight away. But, he did not explain anything and even made a provocative comment about Mary's figure.

This made Belland unable to bear it, causing him to start fighting with his younger brother.

However, he could not tell Mary about this.

It was his mistake to leave Mary alone. He could not let Mary bear the consequences of this mistake.

He only hoped that Francis did not do anything to his wife.

"What exactly happened?" Mary pulled Belland further away. At this time, the living room was in a mess. The tables and chairs had fallen to the ground, showing that the two of them had just had an intense battle.

Belland took a deep breath and stared at Mary's face for a long time. Finally, he shook his head. "It's nothing. There was a quarrel because of some small things."

Mary suddenly felt helpless. "Belland, Francis is our guest. We shouldn't have hit him in our home."

"I'm sorry, Mary." Belland hugged his wife, but he couldn't help imagining what might have happened last night.

"Belland, you're hurting me." Mary pushed him away, feeling that something was wrong with her husband.

Belland said, "I'll go talk to him."

With that, he strode toward Francis.

This guy was leaning against the counter in the kitchen. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, but he was brewing coffee with a playful look. His face was indifferent.

Belland walked up to him and lowered his voice, staring into his eyes. "Tell me, what did you do! Did you..."

Francis looked over Belland's shoulder and looked at Mary, who was standing in the living room with a puzzled look on her face.

He smiled. "She was thirsty, so I poured her a glass of water. She said her chest was uncomfortable, so I took the clamp off for her. That's it."

"That's it?"Belland stared at him and asked.

Francis sneered. "I'm not interested in a woman who calls me Belland."

Belland heaved a sigh of relief.

Yes, at least that was it. He understood Francis. As long as it was something that belonged to him, the other party would not be interested in it at all. In fact, they would even feel disgusted.

Moreover, with Francis's personality, even if he really did do something, he would openly admit it. Compared to hiding it, Francis would definitely choose to use it to piss him off.

There was indeed an empty cup on the bedside table, and it was not the one he prepared for Mary.

It seemed that Francis was right. He just went in and poured a glass of water.

Although Belland was still angry about Francis's 'help', at least he did not do anything to his wife, thankfully.