Adrian Blackwood is my fiance, but he has kept a mistress behind my back. The hidden folder on his computer is filled with her photos.

The thing is, Poppy Blackwood, the subject of Adrian's affection, keeps gazing at another young man with affection in her eyes.

The young man, Jaguar Reed, is very good-looking. Not even his slightly worn-out and shabby clothes can conceal his charms.

I point at Jaguar's photo while asking my butler, "What do you think about him?"

"Ms. Sterling, what do you mean by that?"

I raise an eyebrow at the question. "Well, I'm thinking of fulfilling a certain university student's dreams."

"Supporting what dream?"

Adrian Blackwood asked, raising an eyebrow as he walked out of the bathroom. Hair at his temples was still damp, and a faint trail of steam followed him.

I waved my hand. After the butler, Walter Briggs, left, I smiled at Adrian and said, "Southon College recently has an initiative. I'm thinking of sponsoring underprivileged students."

He frowned almost imperceptibly before stepping closer to pull me into his arms.

"You're too kind, Evelyn Sterling. Instead of using your dad's money to help strangers, why don't you have him invest in my family's new venture?

"I'll give you a grand wedding once this project takes off."

We had been together for five years. Every single year, he spun empty promises of a wedding.

When I was younger, I didn't care much about when the wedding would happen. But now, I couldn't help but ask, "In that case, what kind of wedding do you have in mind—"

Before I could finish, his ringtone cut me off. He glanced at the screen, and his expression immediately shifted into one of panic.

Adrian was usually a calm, stoic man. This was the first time I had ever seen him lose control.

He stepped away to take the call, completely ignoring my presence as he raised his voice at the person on the other end of the line.

"Poppy! What did I tell you? Your focus needs to be on your studies right now!

"I didn't sponsor your college studies so that you could fool around and date men. You need to keep your distance from your classmates since you have no idea what kind of people they really are!"

His tone was harsh as he lectured his undisciplined adopted sister over the phone—Poppy Blackwood, the delicate Poppy he raised.

Yet a different emotion was secretly hidden within his voice. It was jealousy.

I lowered my gaze and mindlessly pushed the food around on my plate.

When Adrian finally hung up, his expression was grim. He grabbed his coat and headed straight for the door.

"Poppy hasn't been focusing on her classes lately, Evelyn. I need to head back and talk some sense into her.

"I can't stay with you for our anniversary tonight, but I promise I'll make it up to you later. You don't mind, do you?"

It was supposed to be a question about how I felt, but he forced it out as a flat statement.

Knowing his secret already made me sick to my stomach. I had wanted to give him a chance because today was our fifth anniversary, but it seemed that he blew it.

What a waste of the chef I hired and the perfect meal he prepared.

"Of course, I don't. Go ahead," I said, smiling faintly as I watched Adrian leave in a hurry without trying to stop him.

For some reason, I thought about the countless times I had watched him walk away over the years. Not only had he grown increasingly cold and dismissive toward me, but he would also abandon me at major events without a second thought, all over some trivial issue involving Poppy.

Before this, I told myself I had loved him for years, though I knew this was strictly a corporate marriage alliance and that he was just using Dad's power and wealth to push his family business to the next level.

I knew better than anyone that love would never last forever, and only mutual benefits truly mattered. As a high-society heiress, I was willing to turn a blind eye as long as he kept up appearances.

That was until word reached me that he had secretly been sponsoring a poor college student behind my back.

Adrian was not a charitable man. Yet for an adopted sister who brought zero value to his life or business, he spent all the money he had earned since starting his business buying her favorite necklace, taking her to Arborburg to see the northern lights, and flying her to Gabota to watch the wildebeest migration.

He had pulled every string, swallowed his pride, and groveled to me just to secure her spot in a college exchange program.

Everyone said he was keeping a mistress in a gilded cage, but Adrian himself said that he was nurturing a delicate poppy that belonged solely to him.

"Ms. Sterling," Walter said as he walked over, clearly upset on my behalf.

"Mr. Blackwood has gone too far. He's riding on your coattails, yet he secretly adopts and sponsors another woman. He keeps abandoning you for her over and over again.

"I think he's starting to forget his place."

"Oh, Walter."

I smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Actually, I think Adrian has a point. I want a little pet of my own to tame."

"A pet, Ms. Sterling?" Walter asked, clearly confused.

I smiled. "Yes. Adrian always said that sponsoring an underprivileged student is like raising a flower with your own hands. You get to watch it grow, bloom, and turn into something beautiful.

"I want to know what that feels like, too.

"Find the man in this photo and bring him to me as soon as possible."

Half an hour later, Walter's hesitant voice sounded from outside the door of the study. "Ms. Sterling, I've brought him back."

That was fast.

Even I was surprised. I set down my teacup and announced, "Bring him in."

The door opened, and Walter helped a young man in. The latter was tall and lean, but he looked like a complete mess. His white shirt was stained with blood and dirt, and there were several nasty bruises on his face.

I frowned slightly. "What happened?"

"Just as we cleared the Sterling residence gates, we ran into a crowd surrounding him and beating him…" Walter replied.

"It looks like he crossed the wrong people. He refused to go to the hospital, so I took the liberty of bringing him straight to you."

I walked over to the man and tilted his chin up to inspect him.

He looked exactly like his photo, with clear skin and well-defined facial features. Though he was bruised and battered, his eyes were striking.

"What's your name?" I asked.

The man looked up slightly and replied in a hoarse, raspy voice, "Jaguar Reed."

I applied a little more pressure on his chin and leaned in closer, indifferently saying, "Jaguar Reed?

"That's a nice name, but nobody dares cause trouble in front of the Sterling residence. So, why did you appear outside my gates on purpose?"

His lips moved slightly, as if he were about to speak, but I suddenly cut him off. "Forget it. The reason doesn't matter.

"I know Adrian has been targeting you, making a mess of your life and studies, but I can protect you. Why don't you stay with me instead?"

Jaguar looked up at me. There was a trace of bitterness in his eyes as he asked, "Ms. Sterling, do you just take in anyone you lay your eyes on?"

"Of course not," I replied matter-of-factly.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. "Alright then."

The words had barely left his mouth when his breathing suddenly turned ragged, and fine beads of sweat broke out across his forehead.

Noticing his odd behavior, I reached out to check his forehead and realized that his body temperature was dangerously high.

"Were you drugged?

"Walter, call the doctor and get some ice."

Jaguar ground his teeth like he was fighting every instinct to touch me, but still, he couldn't help but pounce on me.

I kicked him straight into the freezing bathtub, and the shock immediately sobered him up.

Expressionlessly, I brought over a glass of ice water and held it to his lips. "Drink some water. The doctor will take some time to arrive."

Jaguar didn't take it. His gaze was unfocused, and a dark, unreadable emotion swirled in his eyes.

"This is our first time meeting each other. Why are you being so kind to me?"

"Oh," I casually replied. "Because I want to be your sun, your rain, and your oxygen. I want to tame you, so you only live for me."

Jaguar's breath hitched, and he immediately let go of my hand. "You really just want a pet, don't you?"

It wasn't a question. It was a statement, as if he had known all along that I just wanted someone to tame and play with.

Something about it felt strange, though I couldn't put a finger on it. So, I turned to leave the bathroom.

I didn't see the way Jaguar stared after me as I left and murmured in a deep, heavy voice, "You're just like you were in your past life… Eve."

…

Soon, the doctor arrived to neutralize Jaguar's drug and dress his wounds.

Walter settled him into the guest room, while I returned to my study and started reading through his file.

Something about it felt off.

He was an orphan and an underprivileged student without a family or money…

By all accounts, he should live a grueling life, but there wasn't a single callus on his hands.

Whether Jaguar's story was real or fabricated, he radiated a perfect broken-man-waiting-to-be-saved vibe, which was practically begging me to take the bait.

The night was deep, and the rain beyond the window poured harder. A faint, dull ache throbbing in my knees made me stagger as I walked.

Ever since getting that injury, rainy days had always come with waves of pain in my knee.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," I said tiredly.

I thought it was Walter, but to my surprise, it was Jaguar. He walked in wearing black pajamas and held a small bottle of essential oil, with his sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows.

When his eyes fell on my knees, his gaze was calm, but there was something quietly insistent in the way he looked at me.

"I'm here to give you a massage."

I frowned. "I don't need it."

Instead of answering, he walked over to me, dropped to one knee, and cupped his hands around my knee.

I instinctively tried to pull my leg back. "Let go."

"If you don't want my body, at least enjoy my services," Jaguar said, ignoring my resistance.

He pressed his fingers gently against my knee and slowly kneaded it. His movements were incredibly practiced and natural, as if he had done this thousands of times before.

"Your knees will ache on rainy days. You need to keep them warm…" he said in a low and steady voice.

"You do know a lot," I said coldly.

He didn't look up and remained entirely focused on the massage. His pressure shifted smoothly between light and firm, easing the throbbing pain in my knee.

"I used to learn about massage therapy," he replied and set the bottle of essential oil on the table. "I formulated this medicinal oil for someone very important to me, and it works pretty well."

I looked at him. "Then why aren't you massaging this important person instead?"

He finally looked up and met my eyes. His gaze was calm, yet it seemed to carry an overwhelming weight of emotions.

"She's… just starting to know me."

With that, he withdrew his hands and stood up. "If your knees hurt again, Ms. Sterling, you can call me at any time."

I reached out and brushed my fingers lightly across his cheek. My voice was soft but carried an undeniable authority.

"Are you trying to please me?"

He chuckled. "Since you're looking to tame a wild pet, Ms. Sterling, I should probably do my part. I wouldn't want you thinking you're making a bad investment."

I fell briefly silent before my eyes fell on the medicinal oil he had formulated.

Suddenly, it seemed like keeping him around might actually be a fantastic idea. Better yet, he was gorgeous, knew how to make me feel pampered, and maybe… He was turning out to be way more useful than I ever expected.

…

After Jaguar left, the dull ache in my knees significantly subsided. I slept well through the night for the first time in a while.

By the time I woke up, it was bright daylight. I immediately called for Walter.

As I touched my knees, which felt much better, a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "The custom suits I ordered from Winston should be ready by now. Have them delivered to him."

Winston Rhodes was the Sterlings' exclusive private tailor. All his pieces were handmade and served as a major status symbol.

"Mr. Blackwood hasn't visited in a while. Shall I have them sent to his office?" Walter instinctively asked.

Mr. Blackwood?

I frowned, clearly annoyed. "I have a pet now, Walter. Of course, I'm going to save all the good things for my man."

Walter nodded and seamlessly switched names. "In that case, I'll have the clothes delivered to Mr. Reed."

"Good."

…

Over the next few weeks, I finally began to understand what Adrian meant when he talked about the joys of spoiling Poppy.

Jaguar never rejected my kindness. When the custom-made clothes were delivered, he was thrilled and immediately put them on, showing me how perfectly they fit and how much he loved them.

To me, he was too gaunt, so I ordered the kitchen to prepare all kinds of nutritious meals for him. Color slowly returned to his face, and he grew stronger.

Every time I helped him or gave him a gift, he never turned them down or pretended to be all high and mighty. Instead, he sincerely thanked me and showed me just how much he cherished my gifts.

People always expected a return on their investments. It was true when dealing with Poppy, and it was just as true with Jaguar.