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!"

her head up against

straight to grab the

rubbing against her delicate skin, which hurt a

the next second, Shawn's callused fingertips were already holding her

a secret place, Galey...how can you show

fingers gradually moved up and landed on her

I have

in love,

Gale

He always remembered.

me love you. I'm not allowed to touch a hair of 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 against

talking, his hands pressed hard

with his fingertips, back and forth,

it clean, wipe away

not touched it yet, but he just felt uncomfortable and

you hurt me!" Gale

out in pain several times, Shawn

looked disheveled

and it hung loosely around Gale's waist.