Goodbye Cheater Hello CEO’s Wife by Payne Walter

Chapter 20

She tried to move her body, but the discomfort in her lower body made her hiss

Clayton stretched out his arm and hu

Thugged her. “Are you awake? Let’s sleep a bit more,” he said, his half awake voice magnetic and mellow.

Isabella’s heart skipped a beat, Feeling his burning body against hers, she wanted to dodge but was held even tighter.

“Don’t move, or you will bear the consequences,” said Clayton.

Isabella stiffened as she clearly

rly felt that both of them didn’t have their clothes on. Her face blushed in the darkness, and she was too scared

to move.

The memories of last night slowly came back to her. She vaguely recalled being carried to the bathroom and cleaned twice. She had been so exhausted that she couldn’t even lift her fingers.

Feeling her stiffness, Clayton chuckled. “Are you shy, my dear wife?”

He lightly licked her earlobe, making her tingle all over and uncomfortable. She instinctively inched backward, but Clayton leaned over again. and pressed himself against her. “Don’t avoid me. Be good. Let me hold you a little longer,” he whispered gently, his voice coaxing.

At this point, Isabella was so afraid that she dared not breathe.

“You are my dear wife. You will be mine for the rest of your life. Be a good girl and let me love you. I will always be by your side, and I will make you happy,” Clayton said contentedly and drowsily, with a hint of pleading in his amorous words.

Isabella could only let him hug her and stop moving. It was her first time to have sex. Unable to withstand the fatigue, she fell back to sleep.

The next time she woke up, Clayton was gone.

The sunlight shone through the heavy curtains and glimmered the room,

Seeing there w

was no one in the r

sat

discomfort in her body had alleviated significantly compared

She went to look for her clothes, but they were

opened the sliding door, Inside were all men’s shirts, and they were black and white. She checked the sizes and found that they were all the same size. She had no choice

then took the shirt and went to the bathroom to take

spacious bathroom, Isabella exclaimed, “This bathroom is way too

front of the bathroom mirror, Isabella gasped at her body

Since he likes leaving marks so much, I’ll buy a set

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the white shirt. After putting it on, she was aghast at Clayton’s height, as his shirt reached down to

trying to take her mind off it. She walked toward the window and opened the curtains. However, the sun was too

many things had happened these two days, and she had not managed to

for her to stay clear–headed when she was in front of Clayton. Many things had gone off track and gotten way out of hand. She had to think about

had to get all her money back. She wanted

as she cursed inwardly, ‘Clayton is such a jerk! I’ve

was ordered to investigate Nathan and Isabella, soon obtained all the information about the two with ease. As someone who had always been responsible for collecting information, he had his own specific channels to do that. No one had the nerve to hide or refuse to provide Hendrix with the information he wanted thus far. Besides, given their simple backgrounds, he

them.

was shocked by what

sending Hendrix the video, they had informed Hendrix that the video had been heavily suppressed and had to be ensured that it didn’t leak.

entire video, he took off his headset, picked up a glass of water, and gulped

looked at his computer again, then stood up and went to the pantry in the corner to pour

saw Hendrix, who seemed to be spacing out. Kayson asked listlessly, “What’s wrong, Hens? You look like you’ve been struck by lightning.” He slumped into

you been?”

to find that Weston was missing, and Clayton had gone out with Johnny. Only then did

and lowered his voice. “I’m going to decorate Moonlight Apartment, which is next to University of Moulmore, for Boss. Didn’t he say that he wanted to live

turned around and took another glass of

feeling hot?” Kayson asked

past Kayson, toward his seat, then pulled him over with the

“What… What