Chapter 87: It Doesn't Matter

Raven raised his eyes. North stood at the carved railing at the stair entrance. She’d just showered; her brown, curly hair was wet, clinging to her shiny shoulders. She wore his white shirt.

It hung large on her, yet accentuated her curves. The shirt fell above her knees, revealing her long, white legs. She looked like she was posing for a men's shirt advertisement.

Raven frowned. "Take off my shirt and go back to the room. I'll call the secretary to bring you some clothes."

North looked down, rolling her eyes. "It's just a nightdress, and you like to mess around. I don't have time for this."

Raven pursed his lips, then strode upstairs. He grabbed her wrist and led her into the room. Opening the closet, he pulled out a pair of homemade black trousers and tossed them on the bed. "You don't have to change completely; just put these on."

North stared at him incredulously. "Are you crazy? You want me to wear men's trousers? They're so long! It'll look awful. I won't wear them."

Raven looked at the twenty-year-old girl before him, her love of beauty evident. He grabbed her arm and pushed her onto the bed. North felt dizzy and uncomfortable; she was in his room, on his bed—a bed she’d slept in once.

He knelt, holding the trousers, attempting to dress her. North resisted, clasping her legs and struggling. "Raven, what are you doing? Are you insane? Let me go! I won't wear them!"

Despite her struggles, he persisted. She stood up and bit his forearm. He felt the pain, but her resistance only heightened his desire.

He propped himself on the bed, leaned down, and embraced her. North sighed, her seductive eyes locking with his. "Do you think I'll fall for you? I won't give you any reason to sleep with me. I won't."

Raven slowly released her. North, convinced he'd regained his sanity, straightened up. She noticed his gaze on her thighs; in the struggle, her shirt had ridden up halfway. She felt exposed and humiliated.

North raised her foot and kicked him hard. He rolled onto his back, his long legs half-bent. She quickly got out of bed and put on the trousers herself.

"You're not young anymore," she said. "Even if you want to spend your life with Pamela, that's your choice. But there are many beautiful young women out there."

Raven looked up at her bright face and sneered. "Of course there are, and I'll definitely find someone more beautiful than you."

North pursed her lips. "You'll never find another woman as beautiful as me. And I will always be the one you can't have!"

Raven went to the bathroom. "I'll find a woman whenever I want. Whether she's more beautiful than you or not is none of your business."

After showering, he couldn't find North. He quickly put on pajamas and searched for her, finding her in the kitchen. She was preparing noodles and burned her finger on the hot pot.

"Ouch!" she cried out in pain.

"Why are you so careless?" Raven strode over, gently taking her slender white finger. She didn't resist; the pain was real. She looked at him, freshly showered and handsome in his white shirt.

"You fixed it so fast," she said.

He released her finger, placing her hand under the cold tap. "Am I fast or not? You don't know?"

"What are you doing in the kitchen?"

"Cooking noodles. I'm hungry."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"I didn't fulfill my professional obligations today. I was a little reckless, and I didn't want to bother you. I didn't want to be treated like a plaything."

Raven saw her tired expression and led her to the sofa. "Sit. I'll cook you some noodles and get you some medication."

While he cooked, North watched TV. The doorbell rang. Raven heard it and saw North's pale face at the kitchen door.

"What's wrong? Who is it?" he asked quietly.

North pointed. "Your mother is here."

Raven's eyes darkened, but his face remained impassive. "Go upstairs and close the door."

North muttered an acknowledgment and went upstairs. Raven opened the door to his mother, Mrs. Domino, being pushed in by a bodyguard. She'd been wheelchair-bound for over ten years due to a leg injury.

"Raven, I heard that North, that little slut, has returned to LA."