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

He wouldn't push the woman he loves away otherwise. I think I should stop being on guard around him now.

"So how are you gonna reward them?" Sonia asked curiously, holding his hand.

He patted her head. "That'll be my business. Don't worry. I'm not gonna be stingy on this."

Sonia rolled her eyes. "Never said you would. You're rich. I don't think you'd be a scrooge about this."

Toby smiled. "I should feel happy that you think so highly of me."

"You should." She grinned.

Toby flicked her forehead. "Right. The rewards are settled, so now's the time for punishment."

"Wait, punishment?" Sonia froze, and she looked at him in confusion. "Who's getting punished?" Toby didn't answer. Instead he gazed at her, and her heart sank. What? "Wait. Are you saying it's me?" She pointed at herself.

Toby didn't give her a straight answer. "I'm upset that you hid things from me, so a punishment is in order. You're spending the night with me," he whispered the last part into her ear and nibbled on her earlobe. Toby made it sound beguiling on purpose.

Sonia shivered. She understood very well what he meant by 'spending the night with me'. Darn it. She blushed. "You really know how to work the system. You just have to get all the rewards you can, huh?"

Toby chuckled. "Let's go then." He bent over and carried her in his arms, then they went to the room.

Sonia gasped in surprise. "Let me go. We haven't finished dinner yet."

"It's fine. We're almost done anyway."

"Hey—" Sonia tried to say something, but Toby pressed his lips against hers, then he closed the door. The living room fell into silence, and the only proof they were here a moment ago was the unfinished food on the table. A moment later, moans could be heard coming from the bedroom. It was clear where the couple was.

Just like what Sonia had said, Toby would try to get all the bonuses and reward every chance he got. He used the punishment as a pretext and finally got Sonia to try out the position she had refused so many times. It was hard to perform, and she could see herself tightening up really hard if she tried them. Toby had been raring to go but she had refused, until tonight.

A few hours later, Sonia fell asleep out of exhaustion, while Toby leaned on the bed, looking down at the sleeping woman gently. He caressed her face, that which was blushing. He could see the exhaustion on her brows, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. Even her hair was wet. It was obvious he did not go easy on her earlier.

Toby was exhausted, and his face was red as well. Beads of sweat drenched his forehead and hair, but he looked satisfied and annoyingly smug. He emerged victorious from the battle, and he was satisfied by it. Toby didn't stay on the bed for long, though. Once he had enough rest and started breathing fine again, he let Sonia go and got out of bed to go to the bathroom.

It was already three in the morning when he was done bathing. Toby was in a white robe, and a towel hung around his neck. He came out of the bathroom, his hair sopping wet. Beads of water dripped down as he stepped into the room, but the towel absorbed them. He came to the coffee table and picked his phone up. First he went through his messages to see if his employees had sent him anything. There was none. He then called Tom.

Tom was still working. It was nearly Christmas and almost time to take inventory. The Fuller Group was a juggernaut with hundreds of subsidiaries and companies they had shares in. Taking inventory of so many companies was a grand undertaking. Tom was still in the company, ready to work through the night just to prepare for that enormous process. Fortunately, he wasn't the only one working overtime. There were a lot of people there too, which made him feel a little better.

He had just finished going through a file from a subsidiary and took a sip from his cold, cold coffee. It woke him up a little. He was about to work on the next file when his phone rang. Oh god. It's the president. It was annoying, but he had to take it. "Hello, sir. What do you need?"