novelraw Chapter 481: Devouring Her (8)
Chapter 481: Devouring Her (8)
"Wife?" She was startled, then said, "Mr. President, haven’t we... divorced? And it seems like we’re not remarried yet, so how can you call me wife?"She remembered that there was a divorce certificate, and it was with him.
But she couldn’t remember what exactly had happened between them.
Was it good or bad? But at this moment, she didn’t want to think about it, and she was somewhat hesitant.
She wanted to get close to him, but didn’t dare...
She wanted to leave him, but couldn’t bear to...
Not daring to get close to him was because she was afraid of getting hurt. Isn’t there a saying that’s popular now? "Nine out of ten loves end in sorrow." She felt very happy at the moment, afraid that falling in love would make her sentimental and covered in emotional scars.
Because she was excessively stimulated by his second personality, heartbroken, she once stabbed him in the chest, then fainted from overstimulation, and her mind refused to accept that memory, suffering from ’selective amnesia’.
So her memory still stayed in the past, closely to the time when she was kicked out of her home.
That time coincided with Benjamin Grant and Isabelle Nightingale’s betrayal in bed, and she was still somewhat rejecting this inside her heart.
Wanting to leave him, but couldn’t let go. It was because she liked his charm, his aloof and abstinent nature, and he always gave her a sense of déjà vu.
And his scent, the male hormones, sexy and pleasant, incredibly strong.
The gentle breeze softly caressed her face.
She suddenly came to her senses and smiled, "Mr. President, am I right? We were married before... and then divorced."
"And now, we’re not remarried..." If that’s the case, isn’t it inappropriate for him to always call her wife, and for her to call him husband?
"Yes." His confirming tone was unashamed, "We can marry again."
"There’s only one wife: you."
His tone wasn’t playful at all, warm and teasing.
But his eyes darkened slightly, those long phoenix eyes looking at her, slightly narrowed, with an underlying danger.
This little woman was originally his, sooner or later she would be his wife, so isn’t it the same to call her that now?
Thinking of this, he pulled her into his arms with more force, hugging her tightly.
"Uh, lighter!" The girl bit her lip in protest, with a hint of pleasure in her tone.
Unexpectedly, the man didn’t let go, instead pulling her into his embrace: "Good wife, save your strength, for calling in my bed."
"Ugh!" She bit her lip accusingly, with small fists pounding on his shoulder, "Crown Prince, who wants to call in your bed?"
She was just making a small protest.
He actually told her to save her strength for calling in bed.
She had no idea how much her protesting look enticed a man.
Her face flushed with embarrassment, making him involuntarily tighten his throat, holding her while striding forward, and just as they reached the villa’s door, he impatiently pinned her against the intricate, heavy door.
His thin lips pressed against hers, filled with overwhelming coldness, but his soft tongue slipping into her mouth was searingly hot and scorching.
"Uh!"
She tried to move, struggling to keep this ex-husband at a distance.
Unexpectedly, he increased the intensity of the kiss again, ravaging her with his expert skills.
His kissing technique was too superior.
The inexperienced Eva Nightingale was no match, and within moments she was kissed into a soft, pliable state.
Reflexively pushing him: "Husband, uh, don’t do this!"