Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Boss Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce Again Chapter 883 Brazen Man

Sonia had a bad feeling about what was to come. “After all what?”

Toby chuckled and huddled closer to her. He nibbled on her earlobe, whispering, “After all, it makes you happy too. You won’t cut it off, right?”

Sonia felt her mind going blank all of a sudden, and her face was as red as an apple. Her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment, and she glared at Toby, who was smirking at her. She opened her mouth, but it was only after a while did she say, “Why you…”

Is he hearing himself? I won’t cut it off because it makes me happy? It does not… Oh fine, it does bring me joy, but he doesn’t have to point it out. It’s such a private matter! This is going to ruin his reputation, but he doesn’t really care, does he? Point is, he’s a lot pervier than he usually is. Sonia took a deep breath and held her frustration down. She shot Toby a glare, chiding, “Shut up, will you?” She covered her beet-red face, knowing that she must look redder than an apple.

Toby was amused by the look on her face, and he laughed. The laugh seemed to come from his chest, and it sounded alluring. “Fine. I’m just telling you that there are things you should never say or think about, get it?”

Sonia averted her gaze. She was worried that her face would get even hotter if she faced him. “I won’t do anything if you don’t cheat on me.” She snorted. “But if you do, I might actually cut it off.” She made a snipping gesture with her fingers, though she was looking at the other side. If she faced him while she made that gesture, he might pin her down and rail her in the car.

Toby combed through her hair with his fingers. “Don’t worry. I will never cheat on you. You’re my only one for life.” He breathed into her ear.

a playful glare. Her whole body was already hot from the earlier conversation, and him breathing down her neck

on her neck. The sight of the hickey made him smile. He was apparently in a great mood, but that was not enough. One hickey was a rookie number. There was a large patch of skin for him to plant

on her seat, and the

covered her mouth. He said hoarsely, “Don’t worry, I just adjusted the seat a little. It’s fine. Just

eased up. Her heartbeat slowed, and she relaxed

closer to her, touching her face and hair. The look in his eyes was a calm one, but there was a spark hiding

that, and alarm bells rang in her head. Of course they would. She had seen that look

had that same look again, and he had adjusted her seat, and he was leaning on her. Of

it’s exciting doing

going to pin her

worried that someone might bump into them and make things awkward. And now he wants to have sex right

out of it. Her racing heart was slowing down, and she puffed her cheeks. She hissed, “Are you

looked at her, and he gulped. “I know,” he

him. If she pushed him too hard, he might bump his head against the roof. The roof was a hard one, and it might hurt him. If they were