Contract Marriage With The Disabled CEO

Chapter 1 His Love

　　In a large, dark room of a five-star hotel, the curtain was firmly closed. Dirty dishes were scattered on the table. Red wine had been spilled over the floor, which had totally soaked the carpet. In the dim light, two figures could be seen on the messy bed. The woman dug her fingers into the man's hair and gave in to his power. She completely lost herself to sexual pleasure as her body shook with desire.

　　She had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. How could she easily let him go this time? Her charming body rippled. She tried her best to follow him and wanted to keep him.

　　The man tightly hugged the woman, and they tossed around on the bed for hours. It appeared that he was also beginning to sink into the moment. Either that or he was drunk now and didn't know who she was, and so it no longer mattered to him.

　　The noises that could be heard from outside the room were unbearably painful for the listener.

　　Sarah sat on the sofa outside. She could clearly hear the sound from the room even without looking towards it. The door was open, so she could see them from the mirror on the opposite wall.

　　Her heart was broken. The man inside was her boss, and she loved him dearly. The woman inside the room was his mistress. She couldn't say anything about what they did in the hotel because she was just a secretary, inferior to a mistress. Why did he show it to her? Why? He clearly knew she loved him.

her fingernails into the leather. Despite how sharp the pain was that now coursed through her fingers, it failed to distract her from the deeper pain

meeting in half an hour. As his secretary, Sarah, must remind him. Even if he had a private rendezvous with

wiped her

not even look at them. She just knocked on the door and politely announced,

be clearly seen in the dim light. He was

at her. Instead, he simply replied

"Charles, don't leave me now. Could you stay for a while? You are

　Charles extinguished the cigarette and turned around to playfully tap her on the nose, "Well, my baby, I know you need more, but I can't be with you today. I'll come to see you later." His tone was so gentle, like a good lover, much better than the way he

worse because she knew he had the capacity to be gentle but would only behave that way with women who

to flirt with him. The next moment he pinned her down

had been worn thin and said in a cutting tone, "Sir, I