Chapter 4My Sexually Indifferent Husband Claims Me Hard In My Dreams

Amelia's POV

In the face of a media storm, nothing clarifies rumors better than a public display of affection.

I had arranged for reporters and prepared a press release, but Daniel was nowhere to be found.

Reporter Leo Miller contacted me. "Amelia, I'm helping you out as a favor to Brenda. But I heard through the grapevine that Daniel is currently at Celeste's villa. You just cost me a front-page exclusive!"

Leo Miller sent me a photo.

Daniel, who was supposed to be showing up with flowers for me, was seen wearing a bespoke suit, hurrying into Celeste's villa.

I dialed Daniel's phone.

"Where are you?"

Perhaps because Grandpa had forced the marriage on Daniel, I could feel that he still harbored hostility towards me.

Even his voice sounded cold. "Celeste isn't feeling well; I need to take care of her."

I reminded him, "You stood me up."

"Our agreement was merely to maintain a superficial marriage. I've already sent my assistant over; there's no need to waste my time."

Daniel sent his assistant to the film set with a food truck.

It was a grand gesture, with banners professing his love for me, flowers, and all the usual props for a public display of affection - nothing was left out.

But the leading man himself was at Celeste's villa.

This undoubtedly made me the laughingstock of the entire internet.

Celeste smugly sent me a photo of Daniel asleep at a desk.

"Amelia, so what if you hold the title of Daniel's wife? Daniel loves me; you'll never win against me!"

I had stayed awake for two days straight.

And he? He just turned around and slept soundly in Celeste's arms.

"Brenda, please ask the director for half a day off for me. Don't let anyone disturb me!"

After sending the message, I locked the dressing room door.

I was going to get my revenge in the dream!

In the dream, the scene was like the set of an explicit film.

A sensual realm bathed in soft light, an ambiguous atmosphere, even the air was thick with mist.

Before I could even gather my wits, my lips were sealed.

Daniel, like a starving wolf, pounced on me, pinning me to the bed. He leaned down, caressing me, constantly taking from me, his hoarse voice whispering in my ear.

"Amelia, I've missed you so much."

Damn it, every time I'd been ensnared and drawn into his spell like this!

But ever since I knew the dream man was Daniel, I'd been completely clear-headed, from head to toe.

I struggled and pushed him away.

Daniel's eyes were hazy, his clothes disheveled, the passion still evident.

I jumped off the bed, drawing a clear line. "From today until I find a way to sever this dream connection, I forbid you from touching me again!"

Daniel clung to me like a puppy, his face full of regret, as if he hadn't tried hard enough.

"Why? If you don't like it, you can be on top."

Even in dreams, we carried the weight of memory upon waking.

This needy, desperate version of him was a stranger-nothing like the ice-cold, untouchable Daniel Hayes the world knew.

I kept my distance. "You're married! Even in a dream, I won't be a mistress!"

Panic flashed in his eyes. He dropped to his knees and hugged me. "It's a business arrangement! A contract! I don't love her. I've never even wanted her. I only love you!"

His words left my heart in turmoil.

Although I didn't love Daniel either.

But feelings grow over time.

For the past year, we were like any ordinary couple, together day and night in our dreams. That world was just the two of us, from dusk till dawn. To say I felt nothing would be a lie.

I hadn't forgotten why I'd come to the dream realm. I raised my hand and slapped him again.

Slap.

"You have a wife!" I choked out, tears streaming. "I saw the photos! And you still snuck around with her with me! You're nothing but a lying scumbag!"