Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend

Chapter 369: I Think You Are Shameless

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Hilla stared blankly at the room card in front of him.

However, she quickly figured out what was happening. She grabbed the card and smiled. "Alright. I’ll go get the luggage."

Fortunately, she took a shower before she came here and had not opened her luggage. It was also very convenient to move now. She just needed to take the luggage out of the room.

Walking to the door, Hilla found that Stefan had brought his luggage over and placed it in front of their room. He was waiting to move in.

Hilla smiled and didn’t listen to what the person in the room said. She took her luggage and went into the room opposite.

In the bathroom, Riya’s voice came with a hint of annoyance. "Hilla, bring me the black dress in the suitcase, the one with the straps."

She had been focused on hiding just now so that she had forgotten to bring the pajamas.

The bathroom door opened a little and Riya reached out to take the clothes outside.

After putting on her clothes, Riya walked out of the bathroom.

Inside the bedroom, the man was leaning against her bed. Looking at the underwear that she had stuffed under the pillow, he tightly frowned.

"What are you doing in my room?"

After saying that, she grabbed the clothes and looked around the room. She frowned and said, "Where is Hilla?"

She was living with a woman. Why did her woman roommate suddenly change into a man?

Stefan stood up, casting a shadow on the ground, which made Riya feel great pressure.

Riya’s heart tautened. She took two steps back and said warily, "Don’t come over."

"You don’t want to marry anyone? Do you want to be single for a lifetime?"

The man’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was deep and oppressive.

Riya felt scared and looked away.

"It’s none of your business. Who do you think you are?"

"Who are you going to marry?" The man stepped forward and said coldly, "Bring him to me."

Riya was overwhelmed by the man’s oppressive aura.

The closer he got, the more scared Riya felt. She covered her chest with her hands to stop him from approaching.

"Stefan, don’t go too much. Do you have to be so nosy about my matters?"

She now felt a headache. Stefan had been a follower of her since they were young. When did he become so domineering and want to control her?

What made her even angrier was that she felt a little afraid.

Afraid of him?

How could that be? She was the one who always bullied Stefan. Stefan always listened to her and did not dare to disobey her.

The man stepped forward and said coldly, "You must bring him to me!"

"You..."

Riya took a deep breath and looked up at the man. She smiled and said, "If you have to force me like this, then let’s talk about it."

When she said this, she could see the man frowned.

Her thin red lips curved into a smile and he didn’t say anything else.

Riya glanced at him and gestured for him to sit on the sofa.

Stefan did not make things difficult for her and sat down.

Riya did not forget to pick up the coat beside her and put it on. Then, she sat opposite him, keeping a distance from him.

She snorted, looked up, and said, "I know that when the accident happened between you and me, there will be some changes in your heart. It is normal if you change your attitude towards me."

The man’s eyebrows cocked. He sat there expressionlessly and looked at her. He wanted to see what she was going to say.

Sure enough. When Riya didn’t hear his reply, she straightened her back and continued.

"However, you also know that I have had an abortion. If we don’t tell anyone what happened between us, we can pretend that nothing has happened."

"So?"

Stefan’s gaze was focusing on Riya, who was trying to dodge. He said in a deep voice, "You just don’t want to be responsible to me."

Riya was stunned for a moment.

"You are a man. Do you need a woman to be responsible to you?"

"Yes!"

Riya was speechless.

Stefan looked straight into her eyes and calmly said, "I am an innocent man and it was the first time for me to sleep with a woman last time. Not only did you sleep with me, but you also killed my child. Now, you even want to abandon me and don’t want to be responsible to me. Do you think that I should accept this?"

Riya was shocked.

How could he say such shameful words so seriously?

It looked as if they were talking about a project contract of over two hundred million.

But actually, they were quarreling.

Before Riya came back to her senses, the man stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, pressing her against his chest.

The man’s helpless and low voice came from above her head. "If you don’t like the child, we won’t have a child."

Riya, who was struggling, suddenly froze. She subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"

Were her ears tingling, or was Stefan crazy?

How could he say such words? For over a hundred years, there had been only one son in the Key family. How could his family allow Stefan to have no children?

"I won’t force you to do anything you don’t like except for liking me." In this regard, he would not ask for her approval or follow her heart.

Riya pushed the man away and rubbed her forehead, muttering, "Is there something wrong with your brain?"

Stefan held her hands in his palm and suddenly pressed down.

His sudden approach made Riya reach out to support herself on the bed. She forced herself to look at him, her eyes reflecting Stefan.

Stefan, who was at the top of her head, smiled and said, "So do you want to marry me?"

Marry him?

Riya looked at the man above her head in shock. His eyes revealed a hint of coldness and seriousness.

Stefan hadn’t liked talking too much since he was young. Riya had known him for more than twenty years and now she even felt that he looked a little handsome.

He was very good-looking. His black eyes were like the stars in the sky. "You want me to marry you?"

Weren’t they playmates since childhood? She had never thought about loving this man since she was young. So she still wouldn’t love him now.

Riya hurriedly pushed the man away and sat up straight. She turned around and was about to take luggage beside the bed.

"I think we are not suitable for each other. You should find another woman."

She had been treating him as her good friend. She couldn’t accept that he was going to be her husband.

Riya’s hand that was holding the suitcase was held by Stefan. The man stood by the bed and looked at her.

"Why do you think so?"

"I have never liked you or treated you as a man. How could I marry you?"

Riya felt hurt on her wrist. Stefan looked at her and suddenly smiled. "You don’t treat me as a man?"

As he spoke, he reached his hand to Riya’s waist. Seeing this, Riya exclaimed, "What are you trying to do?"

"Since you have never liked me before, you can start to like me from now on."

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"I can’t like you just because you want me to."

Riya jumped away, but Stefan did not stop.

She panicked and said anxiously, "Stefan, don’t be like that. Are you crazy? You can’t force me to do so."

"You’ll only know if you like me after that."

Stefan started to take off his shirt slowly, revealing his delicate collarbones. His body was strong.

Riya had a bad premonition in an instant after feeling Stefan’s strong attitude. "Stop taking off your clothes!"

She tried to button his shirt, but he kept unbuttoning it. Looking at his fully exposed abdomen, Riya was so anxious that she was about to cry.

"Stefan, are you done? Why are you threatening me by taking off your clothes? What do you mean? Do you think I’m afraid of you?"

"You’re not afraid of me. You can take off your clothes, too."

Then he didn’t need to take off her clothes later.

Riya was speechless.

Why was he so shameless?

"What exactly do you want me to do?"

"I want you to like me."

"Impossible!"

Riya retorted without thinking. She was so familiar with Stefan, but she had never fallen in love with him.

She didn’t love him and wouldn’t love him. She wondered why Stefan still insisted on this.

Stefan reached out his hand to touch her waist, Riya anxiously grabbed it. "Let me think about it."

"Sure, is five minutes enough?"

Riya raised her head with a shocked expression. "Do you think it is so easy? How can I tell you in five minutes?"

"Then three minutes!"

Stefan said. Riya covered her chest with her hand and tried to calm down. She could not be angry. Otherwise, it would be more difficult to solve the problem.

"I told you I will consider it. Don’t go too far."

"One minute."

"Stefan!"

"You don’t need time to think about it now."

As Stefan said that, he threw away his shirt and threw himself onto the bed.

In the Jorgansen’s mansion.

The mansion was filled with all kinds of wedding decorations.

The servants in the courtyard all went back home one after another.

In the room, Margaret tried to take off her clothes, but she could not reach the zipper behind her.

"What should I do? I should have let Hilla stay here and help me."

Margaret muttered. She reached out her hand to touch the zipper behind her, but someone held her hand. She turned around and saw Julian standing behind her.

Julian still wore his wedding suit and he looked more handsome in the suit. Margaret pursed her lips and whispered, "Thank you!" "You’re welcome. It is my business to help you."

Julian responded naturally and reached his hand towards her waist. Margaret was surprised and said, "What are you doing?"

"There’s a zipper here."

The man glanced at her and pulled her over. He pulled open the zipper on her waist and Margaret pushed him in the next second.

"I can take it off myself. You can leave now."

"Leave?"

Julian raised his eyebrows and smiled. His smile made Margaret feel dangerous under the bright light.

"I slept here before the wedding. You let me leave on the wedding night? Margaret, are you serious?"

Julian reached out his hands and embraced Margaret.

Feeling the struggle of Margaret, he tightened his arms around her back and said in a low voice, "Let me go? You wish."

"Julian, you are so shameless now."

Margaret muttered with a red face.

Margaret’s cheeks were pink and tender under the bright light.

She blinked her eyes, and her voice was so gentle.

Julian reached out his hand and rubbed her cheeks with his fingertips. He said, "You can’t take off your clothes, and I’ll help you."

Although the zippers were pulled open, Margaret’s clothes were still difficult to take off for it was made specially.

Margaret was cautious, but she heard Julian say to himself, "The marriage is over. You won’t need the clothes anymore."

"So, I don’t have to be careful."

Last time, Hilla was afraid of them damaging the clothes, so she warned them to be careful. So, Julian was still cautious that day and didn’t go too far.

Margaret raised her head to look at the man above her. She could see the sexual desire in his eyes.

His eyes were filled with desire and Margaret was very shy.

Margaret’s face was hot and red. She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I don’t think I will wear the wedding dress again."

Before she could finish her words, she heard Julian tearing her wedding dress.

Because it was summer, Hilla chose thin soft gauze to make the dress.

The dress was totally made by her and Halle on their own.

Although it was not as valuable as the dress made by the masters, it definitely meant a lot.

Margaret liked it very much and wanted to hang the dress up after the marriage. She didn’t expect that Julian would destroy it so easily. "Julian, what are you doing?"

Margaret said expressionlessly. Suddenly, she said angrily, "You actually tore it up. You destroyed my wedding dress and you need to compensate me."

She liked this dress very much, and she was even very careful when toasting.

Now Julian actually ruined it.

Margaret felt so shocked, and she could no longer remain calm.

She heard a loud sound.

Then her dress was directly torn to the bottom. Julian still looked very calm.

"It’s destroyed anyway. I’ll compensate you."

"You have to give a prettier one."

"Well, no problem."

Margaret held her dress with a sad expression. "This is the only one in the world. Hilla made it for me. There is no prettier one."

Margaret blinked her eyes in distress. She felt like her tears were about to fall.

Julian looked at her for a moment and lifted Margaret from the ground. He hugged her and kissed her. And Margaret couldn’t think about anything else.

The kiss made Margaret forget the dress. She subconsciously hugged his neck tightly and kissed him back.

After the kiss, Margaret lay in Julian’s arms, pursed her rosy lips, and lowered her head shyly.

"Do I still need to compensate you?"

Margaret sniffled unhappily. "You don’t know how to make clothes. How are you going to compensate me?"

She played with her fingers subconsciously, and she smelled the incense in the air, which was both calming and charming.

She was somewhat fascinated and overwhelmed.

In short, it was Julian who seduced her with the kiss. It definitely had nothing to do with her.

She heard Julian’s heavy breathing. Then he kissed the top of her head, forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally her rosy lips.

"I will compensate you with me."

Margaret was stunned, "I think you are shameless!"