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”

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

an actress! No wonder she’s so pretty,” Noticing Isabella’s bare feet, Zaylee exclaimed, “Oh, Mrs. Murray. Why aren’t you wearing shoes! The floor must

a

couldn’t remember where I had

apter

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

Carey is asleep, so we’ll leave

knees, as she watched her friend sleep.

in thought. Isabella jumped as two strong hands suddenly

turned” Clayton’s voice boomed

clutched at Clayton’s collar, worried she might take a tumble to the hard ground

on me instead, Clayton declared as he carried her back

buried her 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 your friend was here” His

by his unexpected vulnerability, Isabella chuckled “She’s

have eyes for

I meant,” Isabella said, “I just want to make sure Gwen is

gazed at her intensely. “But I need to be taken care of too.”

to stand the heat of his stare, Isabella turned her head aside, blushing. But you seem

care of?”

crept across Clayton’s face. “I need the tender

flamed crimson, her eyes

her neck, the electric feeling making Dabella tremble.

Let me take care of you. Clayton whispereil safly as they fell tangled up in each other’s arms, surrendering to the intimacy

up with a pounding headache

surroundings until she noticed a glass of water on the bedside table. How thoughtful Only Bella would do something like this, she thought, gulping it down. However, something felt off. This wasn’t her home,

room was furnished with furniture that

pink silk pajama set. She grimaced in disdain at the

she had gotten carried away with drinking, and Steven was nowhere to be found when the crew kept plying her

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

her spony recollection. She got up from the bed and pushed the door to find a carpeted corridor with rooms on both sides. Unfamiliar wallpapers and thick, silent carpet met her eyes

the hallway led to a staircase, upper floors peeking

marveled at the luxurious furnishings, a voice interrupted the silence.

to find a middle–aged woman smiling at her. She nodded through her confusion.

call me Zaylee, Zaylee

flashed her trademark

Carey! Would you like some breakfast in the dining room!” Zaylee smiled and led Gwendolyn toward the dining

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behind, Gwendolyn entered an extravagant dining space, mouth–watering at the

here I was quite drunk last night. I remember I was with my

hand and sat her down at the dining table. “You were brought here by Mrs. Murray. Have something to eat first. You

questions when she wakes up.

and the elaborate breakfast spread, utterly bewildered. She wondered, “Have I time- traveled?

will, there was a way. And if no way presented

DIC.

for “Mrs. Murray” to wake up. Even if she had been

stomach. Not indulging would he