Chapter 157 Training With His Wife

"Why are you helping me?" An opportunity like this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for him. However, he also understood that Jasmine was a businessman. She would not easily help an assistant whom she had only known for a few days.

Jasmine turned her head and looked into his eyes. After a moment, she slowly replied, "Because you are the first man who molested me but did not make me dislike you."

David heard her words and awkwardly looked away. "About what happened that night. Sorry, I really did not mean it!"

"I know!"

"Can I ask you a question?”

"Speak!"

"Are you always so domineering towards everyone? Including your boyfriend?" He couldn't understand. Such a domineering girl, what kind of magnanimity would her boyfriend have in order to accept her personality?

"I don't have a boyfriend!"

David coughed awkwardly and looked at her in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. . . "

"Do you hate my personality?"

"No!"

Jasmine looked at him and smiled. She did not say anything else.

Christian really did what he said. On the weekend, sure enough, he drove home. However, in order to see his little wife earlier, he drove home at 8 o'clock on Friday night.

After driving on the highway for more than four hours, he rushed home at 2 o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, he had the keys to the villa door. After opening the door, he entered the living room.

she would definitely lock the door behind her, he went to the drawer in the study and found the key to open it carefully. His big hand gently grabbed the door handle

Snap!

the room. It

voice of the woman

scare her, Christian quickly said, "Wife,

pushed open the door of the room. But he found that there seemed to be something blocking the door. Afraid of making another noise, he quietly waited at

at the door. When she found that it was really him, she let out a

the sofa. There was a broken glass vase on the floor. His heart was instantly twisted. He reached out and closed the

to be on guard at home. What

just stood there quietly and looked at her without moving. She thought that he was angry that she blocked him outside the door. She explained apologetically, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming back, so. .

her body moved, Christian reached out and tightly wrapped her around his arm. He lowered his head and continuously kissed her hair. He

hand and quickly wrapped it around his waist. Only then did she remember that it was still night. "Christian, why did you come back

her lips in pain. He bent down and picked her up and walked to the bed. He gently placed her

drove back as soon as I came back from the office." He looked at his wife lovingly and explained. His big hand gently caressed her back. He had been with her for a month. Suddenly, after being apart for a few days, he felt that he couldn't take it anymore. He originally wanted to

night now. You drove back by yourself? Is Jayson

home to see my wife. How can I bring him

and kissed her lips again. She then let go of her a little

Sarah's face instantly became nervous. "Christian, how can you be like this? Your leg just recovered not long ago. Have you forgotten how you endured it? You drive by yourself for a few hours. Can your leg take it? Why can't Jayson come back? Don't you have an apartment? Can't you just let him stay there?

drove for such a long time alone, she felt an

are you feeling sorry for me?" Seeing his wife's worried expression,

scared to death by you, okay?

happy when he heard her words. "Yes! I

his words and

along the way. Now that the beauty was in his arms and he smelled the fragrance of her body, the fire of desire in his body was instantly ignited. He lowered his head

you miss me?" He looked up at his little wife, whose eyes were blurred, and asked slowly. In the next second,

lightly. He knew that she also had developed a strong desire for his body, but he still resisted the urge to collapse and wanted to hear what she wanted

a robust body pressed her down

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