Goodbye Cheater Hello CEO’s Wife by Payne Walter

Chapter 31

Clayton pulled her close and said, “Go take a shower”

“L” Isabella started to protest, but Clayton’s hand reached for the buttons at her neckline.

“Are you washing yourself, or should I do it for you!” he challenged

Clutching her collar, she stepped back. Til shower by myself. Thanks” Flustered, she fled to the bathroom.

The foul mood that had clouded Clayton dissipated the moment her cheeks reddened.

Alone, she steadied her racing heart. As she looked into her blushing reflection, she was reminded of Gwendolyn’s rosiness after one too many drinks out.

Though committed to loving Clayton wholeheartedly, Isabella couldn’t just fulfill his every wish, even as husband and wife. His intimate gaze still unsettled her.

tabella felt a knot of nerves as she contemplated facing Clayton after her shower

Rushing through her shower, Isabella realized she was caught in a rather embarrassing situation–she had not brought her clothes with her. Panic surged through her as she frantically scanned the bathroom. There was no way she could wear the same cloches she had carelessly thrown on the floor

Wrapped only in a towel, she felt exposed

Suddenly, a knock at the door made her jump.

Amused, Clayton called out, “Mrs. Murray, I think you’ve forgotten your pajamas”

Isabella, summoning a hint of confidence she didn’t quite feel, responded from behind, “Just leave my clothes outside. Ill get them myself.

However, Clayton refused to comply. “Open the door and I hand them to you.”

Hesitantly cracking the door, Isabella pecked through

However, as soon as she opened a small crack, she found herself pulled into the room by an unexpected force

Clayton looked at the petite figure now in his arms, his gaze intensifying

A towel wrapped modestly around her chest, its lower eilge just enough to cover her hips,

“I must say, you look better without clothes on, Mrs. Murray he remarked, leaning in for a kiss.

Isabella turned her head, his lips just brushing her ear, lighting her cheek aflame.

Avoiding his gaze, she suggested, “You should hurry and take your shower now?

Clayton released her hand without protest. All right, I’ll be quick. Wait for me. With that, he handed her the forgotten set of pajamas.

As soon as she heard the bathroom door close, Isabella dressed herself. As the sound of running water was heard from the bathroom, isabella breathed a sigh of relief.

Her mind wandered to Gwendolyn, wondering if she had settled in all right.

Pondering for a moment, Tubella decided to check on Gwendolyn

Tiptoeing out of the room, Isabella made her way down the hallway to the guest room where Gwendolyn was staying. When she entered, she found Gwendolyn being helped into her pajamas and tucked into bed by a maid nained Zaylee.

Seeing Isabella in her pajamas, Zaylee smiled warmily “Don’t worry. Mrs. Murray She’s slept very soundly”

you, Zaylee. This is my friend Gwendolyn. She had a bit too much to drink after finishing up filming today.

Isabella’s bare feet,

nearby maid handed babella a pair of slippers

couldn’t remember where I had put my

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would walk around her childhood home without shoes on, shocking her mother and grandfather, and the maids. It was a feeling that inexplicably made

“Ms. Carey is asleep,

as she watched her friend sleep. It was

Isabella jumped as two strong hands

when my back is turned” Clayton’s voice boomed from

worried she might take a tumble to the hard ground below.

as he carried her back to their bedroom,

face in

blankets and pressed himself against her. Lifting her chin, he kissed her lightly. “Look at me. You haven’t looked at me once since

unexpected vulnerability, Isabella chuckled “She’s just

saying you’ll only have eyes for me if

that’s not what I meant,” Isabella said, “I just want

gazed at her intensely. “But I need to be taken

aside, blushing. But you seem

care of?”

face. “I need the tender care of

cheeks flamed crimson, her eyes

the electric

Let me take care of you. Clayton whispereil safly as they fell tangled up in each

a pounding

Bella would do something like this, she thought, gulping it down. However, something felt off. This wasn’t her home, nor did

was furnished with

pink silk pajama set. She grimaced in disdain at the childish clothes, wondering who had changed

filming had gone smoothly, and everyone had been in high spirits. However, she had gotten carried away with drinking, and Steven was

Isabella came with a very handsome driver. What happened next? Why can’t I remember anything after that?’ she wondered. Ruffing her hair, panic set in as she struggled to recall last night’s events. Her bag and phone were nowhere

spony recollection. She got up from the bed and pushed the door to find a carpeted

staircase, upper floors peeking above

and just as she marveled at the

around to find a middle–aged woman smiling at her. She

Zaylee, Zaylee said

Zaylee.” Gwendolyn flashed

head still aching, Ms. Carey! Would you like some breakfast in the dining room!” Zaylee smiled

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entered an extravagant dining space,

here I was quite drunk last night. I remember I

patted her hand and sat her down at the dining table. “You were brought here by Mrs.

your questions when

utterly bewildered. She wondered, “Have I time- traveled? Is

easygoing and fearless, believing when there was a will, there was a way. And if no way presented itself, she

DIC.

for “Mrs. Murray” to wake up. Even if she had been abducted, she believed she could find her way home.

indulging would