President's Substitute Wife

“No.” I lay there and felt familiar.

I knew if I compromise a little at this time.

What would happen next would be unthinkable.

“Give me some time. I’ll divorce Cindy. We will never be separated again.”

Sean hugged me tightly.

His tone was familiar. It was a pity that stupid I would never come back.

“President Jessop, I’m Becky.”

I said word by word.

I told myself over and over that I couldn’t do it!

I could never compromise.

Once I was absurdly between Molly and Sean.

Now I didn’t want to go back to that ridiculous past.

Sean didn’t seem to understand me. He held me and said to me, “it doesn’t matter who you are. I know you are you. That’s enough.”

I was I?

Sean, you were wrong.

I was not me for a long time.

But I didn’t say it. I was held by him. Our strength was very different.

I knew I couldn’t resist if he wanted to.

So I lay there, “President Jessop, if you want to rape me, I can’t resist. But I will call the police and accuse you of rape.”

Sean had been teasing me.

He kept my body in a state where it could start at any time.

But when I said that, he stopped and looked at me.

It was almost six o’clock.

It was almost dawn.

A little light came in through the second floor window, and I could see Sean’s face.

His features were all stagnant. His eyes were black. He seemed to be enveloped

He looked at me.

him, too. My expression was only plain or stubborn.

was betting.

was betting on his pride

We stood against each other. Sean raised his arm and put

His movements were light.

He seemed to be touching the most precious thing in the world.

When his hand passed my eyelashes, my eyelashes trembled a little but I didn’t close

His hands caressed my face and every feature. At last he

bitterly. “It’s OK. I can wait. As long as you don’t

“What are you waiting for?”

“I’m waiting for you to forgive me and believe me. I can get you back.”

up and went to

heard the sound of the shower opening.

bed and froze for a long time. I couldn’t even see the mood in my heart.

disappointed or depressed?

couldn’t think.

mind. Since he didn’t touch me, wasn’t it the

up and changed before

bed

in front of the computer, I found that Ming had sent me messages yesterday.

It said, “I’m going to have an operation today. I won’t go to your place at

What a coincidence.

used to come, but he didn’t come

If Ming had come yesterday, what

was not

But Ming was the best way to

afraid Ming was still sleeping and decided to send him a message in the morning.

I turned on the computer and just turned on the software, Sean came downstairs.

his previous clothes, but he didn’t wear a tie, and his shirt was simply put on his body. He only wore three or four buttons and didn’t

neckline was wide open and showed strong pectoral lines.

His hair was not dry. Water dripped down his short hair on his shirt.

not have been completely suppressed. Now I thought he had unlimited

I couldn’t help swallowing.

This tiny movement was seen by him. He looked at me and his black eyes

came to me and picked up his suit and said, “I’ll go back and change. I’ll come back later.”

President Jessop.” I quickly stood up, “President Jessop, I promise you I won’t stay up late. Please don’t come.”

his right forearm. He stood at the door and looked at me and there was

he opened the door and

sat in front of the computer and was not in the mood to work.

I was flustered at the thought that Sean would come back later.

could dodge once, but I couldn’t

choice but to call Ming.