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.

fingernails into the leather. Despite how sharp the pain was that now coursed through

it had been requested by Charles. He needed to leave the hotel at three o'clock because he had an important meeting in half an hour. As his secretary, Sarah, must remind him. Even if he had a private rendezvous with his mistress, Sarah had to follow him. She couldn't understand why he wanted

She quickly wiped her tears away, tidied herself up, and plucked

at them. She just knocked on the door and politely announced, "Sir, it's three o'clock. We need to be going back to

smoking. His chiseled face could be clearly seen in the dim light.

　He heard her words, but he didn't look at her. Instead, he simply replied in a low and hoarse voice, "I

said, "Charles, don't leave me now. Could

know you need more, but I can't be with you today. I'll come to see you

knew he had the capacity to be gentle

moment he pinned

and said in a cutting tone, "Sir, I am