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

　Finally, the alarm clock on the coffee table rang; 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.

but it was futile. She quickly wiped her tears away, tidied herself up, and plucked up the courage to walk into

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

smoking. His chiseled face could be clearly seen in the dim light. He was so handsome and perfect, particularly when smoking. His messy hair

didn't look at her. Instead, he simply replied in a low and hoarse voice,

　The woman who was lying on his chest suddenly hugged him and said, "Charles, don't leave me now. Could you stay for

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

entire time. She felt even worse because she knew he had the capacity to be gentle but would only behave that way with women

to flirt with him. The next moment he pinned her down again and kissed her for

been worn thin and said in a cutting tone, "Sir, I am waiting for you outside." Immediately afterward, she walked out