Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife

Chapter 950:

She let herself in and got to work in the kitchen. In half an hour, she had prepared a meal—four dishes and a soup.

But Julio, who was usually home by now, was nowhere to be seen. The food on the table grew cold as Dalores waited.

She thought maybe he had a work dinner or something. She placed the food in the fridge, deciding she would take it to the hospital tomorrow so it wouldn’t go to waste.

She went upstairs, washed up, and applied a fresh layer of makeup. She wasn’t one for makeup, but after Julio had looked at her differently when she wore some lipstick a few days ago, it hadn’t escaped her notice. So, she had kept up the makeup routine since then.

It was already eleven o’clock. Dalores was just about to drift off to sleep when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Julio strode in, wearing a black shirt. He yanked off his tie, tossed it aside, and started unbuttoning his shirt with a feverish haste. He stopped short when he saw Dalores in bed.

got out of bed. In the dim light, her flesh-toned

in her curves, the marks he had left on her skin over the past few days—a stark reminder of his lack of control. Before, he hadn’t been with a woman in ages, and he had only been with Dalores. He lost control and then hated himself for it. It felt

hand down. She began unbuttoning his shirt for him. Her makeup only

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hand away. He walked past her toward the window, shrugging off

mood immediately. The alcohol on him suggested he had just had a business meal.

or straight to

bare. “What’s the rush?” he

upset?” Dalores asked softly. “Did I scratch you too hard last night? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I promise I won’t do

a corner. “Dalores, what the hell are you doing? What are you trying to get from me, or are you just playing some sick game

four-course meal, including soup. Then, she would shower, put on makeup, and wear skimpy outfits like it was all a performance just for him. It was starting to feel like a twisted routine. He couldn’t