William just looked the same, looking at Sean the same way he looked at the contracts, without fluctuations, cold and rational. He was still rational at least at this moment.

"Where's your coat?" William's eyes swept across Sean's body and then took off his glasses. His myopia was not serious, so he only wore glasses when he researched some immensely important negotiation contracts.

Sean thought it was probably the weather was too cold, so even his reaction slowed down. He smiled at William, somewhat lost in thought, in a weak voice, "You haven't have dinner, right?"

William suddenly flipped out, smashing a stack of documents towards Sean directly. That pile of documents had not been punched. The paper fell on Sean piece by piece, bringing no pain for his body, while overwhelming his heart with dismay.

William was in a good mood this day originally as he won the bid which he had strived for for a long time after he got involved with the moyor's son, who was so affectionate that he was always in depression for his terminally ill lover. But recently it is said that his lover got a matched bone marrow, so he was so happy that he did William a favor easily. This time he was handling the final work. Thinking that he had ignored Sean for a long time, William went home earlier and planned to accompany him. But finally, he was not at home.

In fact, Sean's absence from home would not make William angry as he knew that Sean always went out to buy some food or daily necessities, so he waited for him to go home patiently. He had waited for such a long time. People tended to think of something or do something when feeling bored. He did not want to work at home, so he suddenly wanted to find the scarf Sean bought for himself last year. He intended to take Sean to Harbin to see the ice sculptures show at the New Year's day after two days, and he was ready to wear this scarf to show his very nostalgia and love to him.

While the scarf was just the culprit.

William had thought for a long time when he bought such a scarf when he found a sleek classic Burberry scarf in a paper bag. He was always willing to pay attention to his own things, so he was quite sure that this scarf was not his own. But whose was it? Sean would absolutely not buy such an expensive scarf for himself. A gift for him? But with the tag off, it looked like it had been worn.

When getting closer, William smelled something like the disinfectant fluid of the hospital. The doctor who drove a ferrari and sent a pot of orchids worth two million yuan to Sean suddenly passed across his mind.

This was where things get serious. William had a particularly strong possessive desire, but he rarely expresssed it as Sean was so docile and he rarely went out. William started to think what the person who he trusted most had done in the pllaces he didn't know. Was Sean tired of being lonely either? Would there be more repulsive things at home in addition to the scarf of another man? What had they done at his home? Were they two people in bed at the nights when he was not home?

The more he thought about it, the more repulsive he was. Imagination could be excruciating sometimes. William had thought for an afternoon, and waited for Sean for an afternoon.

Buying what could take him an afternoon? He was afraid that Sean was on a date.

Before William remembering his own faults, Sean came back.

"You are good, Sean, aren't you? You have the ability to seduce a man even if you act like a dead fish in bed now!" William looked at Sean with a sneering smile and hurtful eyes.

Sean's eyes dropped down and slowly knelt down to pick up the paper on the floor. He did not want to talk more with a man who made trouble without a reason, whose words could hurt him more seriously than the cold north wind outside.

While in William's view, Sean was ignoring him, or even acquiescing in it.

William was thoroughly annoyed. The more silent Sean was, the more irritated he felt, so he just kicked the shoulder of Sean who was still half kneeling mercilessly.

Sean didn't expect William to beat him. Feeling the pain on the shoulder, he then hit his back on the tea table corner behind him.

Sean had a fragile waist all the time after the marrow puncture. It ached so seriously that he could not even move after the hitting, crouching on the ground.

"I'm asking again. Where have you been?" William turned a blind eye to his pain, asking him in a cold voice still.

"Hospital." Seaan looked up at William with a pale face and sore eyes full with pain.

"Did you leave your clothes in the hospital, too?" William smiled, bending over to pinch his chin.

"Right." Sean could not explain as it was the truth, and he had no idea what William would think about randomly.

William slowly frowned. He let go of Sean's chin with his eyes full of disgust and detestation, like a girl who had heard some dirty talk for the first time, commenting with surprise in a malicious tone, "How can you be such a bitch?"

"Which place is greater for you to screw? The ward? The lounge? Or my bed?"

Sean suddenly looked up. He could not believe what he had heard. Was the person who was insulting him with such vicious words really the man he had loved so deeply for almost half his life?

Sean stood up with difficulty and tried to stand firm, "William Jiang!"

He also wondered why he could called him name so loudly and powerfully even if he almost had no strength.

"How dare you say that? Can you be sure that you've never cheated on me?Why you can say it without any regret after you make merry outside? You think I know nothing and you really think I'm a fool, don't you? You're not a goddamn good thing either!"

William slapped him on his face before he finished his words.

William flipped out. He forgot everything but just thought about whether Sean had really cheated on him. That was his baby that he had cherished with love since he was a teenager.

Sean was shocked by his slap, and even his ears started to buzz. William clenched his wrist then to drag him to the bedroom. William was Gene, who never treated Sean so voilently as he cared about him. As a result, Sean's wrist was pinched black and blue by him.

"I make merry outside just for work. But you for what? You just want to get fucked, right!"

The scarf was just lying on the bed in the bedroom. The mattress and sheet of that bed were thrown on the ground by William as he deemed them so dirty.

Sean remembered it after he looked at it for a long time. Gene wrapped it around his neck that day he sent him home. He folded it and intended to return it back when he went to the hospital again, but he forgot it.

"Whose?" William pointed at it.

Sean smiled forlornly, "The doctor."

"Your clothes are at the doctor's, and the doctor's scarf is at my house. Could you two not be so shameless?"

Sean wanted to slap William on his face and stopped him from speaking sarcastically, but he couldn't even say a word out of anger. His throat ws seething.

Sean was pressed on the bed by William, and his back ached out of the cool and rough bed board.

"I hate you." Sean didn't resist when William got on his body, and even his tone was calm and soft. While the three words made William shiver, who was always overbearing.

The momentary shock was followed by more violent anger. William tied Sean's wrists tightly with the scarf, "You good. You dare to say something like this. You want men, right? You believe you'll want no man anymore after screwed by me?"

Sean smelled the lingering smell of the disinfectant fluid of the scarf, and then his mind just drifted away at the wrong time. He smelled the same smell when Gene hugged him, and he held him in his arms so cautiously and nervously. Maybe he really liked him so much that he always treated him so gently.

But what about William this time?

Their top half was still dressed in good condition, and William just pulled down his pants zipper.

"Bitch," William's movements were so violent without any sympathy: "I shouldn't... have left yourself at home!"

Sean curled up and shivered under William's body out of pain, and it seemed that a knife was stabbing his body deeper and deeper. Without lubrication, only a few fingers dipped in saliva to make it easier for William to enter his body.

It had never hurt like this. Sean's intestinal wall was torn and began to blood as soon as he entered.

Sean gritted his teeth but couldn't stop groaning bitterly. Then he started to bite his lips and tongue, and then the soft inner wall of his mouth.