Lust was ignited within him, and the atmosphere between them grew hotter.
That night, he had slept with her countless times. He had lost himself as he indulged himself in overwhelming pleasure.
However, when he opened his eyes the next day, the naked woman beside him was actually Wendy!
At that moment, he felt like the world had collapsed.
Why was Wendy beside him? He remembered that it had been Tessa last night.
Feeling angry and embarrassed, he began lashing out at Wendy.
However, she did not get mad. Instead, she looked at him with puppy eyes as she gently bit her red lips and cried.
"Zachary, didn't you say that Tessa was your type? I can just pretend to be her. You told me that we looked somewhat alike. I can copy her style, her makeup, and her hairstyle.
"I can change anything as long as you'd like it. So, could you please not push me away?"
Recalling everything that had happened last night, Zachary hesitated.
Wendy really did look a lot like Tessa last night.
Seeing that he had fallen silent, Wendy grabbed his hand and began swaying it gently. Softening her voice, she coyly continued, "Didn't you enjoy yourself last night, Zachary?"
In a low voice, she then begged, "I'm willing to act as Tessa's substitute if you allow me to stay by your side."
No man would be able to stand seeing a woman beg and plead so humbly. Not to mention, the woman before him was beautiful and had loved him wholeheartedly.
Zachary massaged his temples and took a deep breath. He had missed Tessa so much. It made him feel like he was on the verge of losing his mind after not seeing her for so many days.
When Wendy had leaned in to kiss him, pressing her body against his, he had given in. He had even thought that he still had a substitute that looked like Tessa even if he couldn't have the actual person.
From that day on, Wendy stayed by Zachary's side.
He had to admit that she played her role well. Just as she had promised, she began copying Tessa's style and makeup and even started using Tessa's perfume.
Zachary loved to hug Wendy from behind, taking in her scent. Their silhouettes were nearly identical, and even their fragrances were the same. This illusion made him deliriously happy.
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