I Got Married Without You

Chapter 588 Paul’s Manual

of Winning Girls Over Wasn’t

Working

He approached Amelia, his towering figure creating an inexplicable sense of oppression.

다.

Seeing that he was leaning in close, Amelia stepped back, a little nervously, to keep the distance between them.

The eyes of the man underneath the glasses estimated their distance before taking another step forward.

Subconsciously, Amelia retreated, but he was persistent in doing

the same.

As the cycle continued, Amelia found her lower back pressed against the desk, nearly forced to sit on it.

A little embarrassed, Amelia held her head up to look at James.

“You…”

The man leaned over, pressing her against the desk as he whispered softly in her car, his raspy voice uttering, “Amelia, I’m here to sign the contract.”

Amelia leaned further back, her gaze falling on him from atop his head. “Okay… You don’t have to get so close…”

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corners of James’ lips quirked as he leaned in some more, sticking his lips to

postures, so

by the warm seductive breath tickling

gave James a forceful push before getting off the desk

her frantic self, she assumed the posture of a “boss” waiting for a business talk as she beckoned James to

please take

a clean bob haircut. Her striking face exuded intellectual

fell on her. How he wanted to embrace her in his arms, but he feared that he would terrify her if he acted too hastily.

her and settled on the couch as

he had taken his seat, Amelia called out to the door: “Mr.

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his hands. The helpless Neil could only gawk at Andrew’s handsome face as the

equally unhappy glare. If he wasn’t afraid of the guy disturbing James, how could

posture. He cursed inwardly, “You’re taking me as a woman by putting me against the f*cking wall, you

in through the door, Amelia hopped to her feet, intending to

hand.

force, Amelia fell on his lap. Her heart jolted in fright as she hurried to

I don’t drink coffee…”

to drink then, I’ll get it for you…”

but he held her struggling body

moved to her pink pillowy lips. They seemed to be… very thirst-quenching.

Manual of Winning Girl…

knew what he was thinking as she

down hard, and with the repulsing force, she had finally