Skeletons Of The Marital Closet

Shawn wrapped his arms around Gale's waist, led her into the office, and ordered sternly, "No one is allowed in without my permission!"

Fiona replied, "Yes, Sir."

She glanced at Gale secretly and found that she did not make a sound or resist and was at the mercy of Shawn.

Fiona closed the door gently and stood guard at the door.

Shawn's face was extremely gloomy. He walked to the sofa, pressed Gale's shoulders and asked her to sit down.

Then he said, "Take it off yourself, or I will."

Only then did Gale return to her senses and look up at him. "Take off? Take off what?"

"Clothes. If you can show Aurum, why can't you show me?" Shawn met her gaze.

Gale raised her hand and touched her waist.

"Shawn, don't make trouble out of nothing for no reason. I'm not that kind of woman, and Aurum won't do anything beyond that!" She frowned.

His tone was cold and firm. "Can you take it off?"

Gale's stubborn temper also came up. "Just, no!"

held her head up

grab the

felt the cloth rubbing against her

Shawn's callused fingertips were

you show it to other men? How can

and landed

only I have seen,

deeply in

Gale was very

He always remembered.

yours, and you treat me like this... Galey, you hurt me so deeply!" Shawn asked over and over again, leaning forward, bending over and lowering his head. His thin lips

pressed hard on her

back and forth, feeling... Aurum saw it here. It

wanted to wipe it clean,

that Aurum had not touched it yet, but

hurts… Shawn, you

cried out in pain several times,

looked disheveled at

the first place, and it hung loosely around Gale's waist. From Shawn's perspective, it was a fatal