Obsessive CEO’s Sinful Wife

“Because…” Serenity swallowed the last bite of her bun which tasted mediocre, at best. In the past, she would have disliked it, but now, taste had become secondary to her. What was more important was to have enough food to fill her belly.

“I guess it’s because we’re the same kind of people,” she continued. “We’ve both been tossed aside by society, and we’re just trying to survive at the bottom rung. No one wants people like us, and nobody cares about us, but at least we can hug each other for warmth, and I can cherish you, and you can cherish me, right?”

She smiled gently. It was a smile full of hope, longing, and even nervousness.

“Is that so?” he murmured. “Sounds like we really are very similar…”

His gaze was that of a hunter who had just seen his prey falling into his trap. Perhaps life had been too easy for him lately. So easy that it had become boring. Anything he wanted, he merely had to stretch out his arm, and it would be there for him to reach it. As time went by, this easy kind of life became uninteresting to the point of being irksome. Yet, this game he was playing made everything exciting again.

“Sis.” He softly murmured the words that she had been waiting to hear.

In an instant, her smile bloomed till it sparkled like stars in the sky.

***

After dinner, Serenity took Jackson out to the night market so that she could buy him some clothes.

Although she ended up only choosing cheap used clothes, it still cost her 70 dollars. She immediately told Jackson to put on the padded jacket and asked him, “Is it a little warmer now?”

“Yeah,” he replied nonchalantly, his eyes looking down at the woman who was about a head shorter than him. “You didn’t have to buy all these clothes for me, you know. I’m used to the cold now. I would’ve been fine wearing my old clothes.”

“Even if you’re used to the cold,” she argued, “That doesn’t mean that you should stay cold. Besides, I didn’t spend all that much at all, and I couldn’t afford to buy nearly enough clothes for you anyway. At the very least, I could keep you a little warmer, so I’m glad.”

to me?” he asked in

your big sister,

so she held them firmly with both of her hands

hands are too cold,” she said. “If we rub them like

hands stiffened a little, and the eyes behind the bangs narrowed. No woman had ever rubbed his hands just to warm

touch him. But for some reason, he did not despise Serenity’s touch all that much. Was it because this woman

he did not react, she suddenly thought of something and glanced down

so rough that it hurts you…?” she asked before releasing

upset that the warmth in his hands

offering his hands up to her as he said, “My hands are still cold. Can you rub

but then took his hands into hers again. Compared to his hands, hers looked quite small, but on that cold wintry night, those tiny hands tried their best to wrap around his big hands as much as possible as the palm of her hands rubbed against the back of his

breathe warm air onto his hands. Because of the cold weather, the tip of

those tiny hands, and he felt as

***

Serenity received a

that photo album, but I begged him not to do it. I want to give it to

She knew exactly which photo album Aria was referring to. It was the one with photos of her mother and herself before she turned three

I might misplace the photo album and lose it. Wouldn’t that be a

to Serenity and quickly

that Aria would never just hand the photo album to her for no reason. She definitely must have some kind of sinister plan. Still, this concerned the memories of her

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senses and

while, Jack, so don’t wait up