Chapter 8 Want to Do That?

Knowing that Killian had gone out of the city and wouldn't be back tonight, Sheila felt instantly relieved.

So she handled some work and then went for a night run near the residential area.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Sheila returned to the villa, took a shower, and prepared to go to bed.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open without warning.

When she turned around and saw Killian entering, loosening his tie with one hand, she was stunned for a few seconds before recovering, looking at him with inexplicable embarrassment.

"M...Mr. Ford, you're back."

Killian scanned her from head to toe without any expression, then averted his gaze.

"Mr. Ford?"

"I don't want to hear that title at home."

"Huh?"

As her direct superior, Killian's presence put a lot of pressure on her.

Her brain felt sluggish.

If she couldn't call him Mr. Ford, what should she call him?

Husband? Honey? Or just Killian?

Sheila felt like her brain would shrink just thinking about it.

So she boldly asked, "Then... what should I call you?"

"Whatever." Killian threw his coat onto the sofa and went into the bathroom.

Sheila: "..."

They were going to sleep together later, so were they going to do *that*?

They were both adults, there was no need to be pretentious, and they were already married, and the agreement stipulated the obligation of a married couple.

But last time she wasn't fully conscious, while this time she was clear-headed.

And the thought of him being her direct superior filled her with fear and resistance.

This wasn't a novel; no sane person would marry the boss who exploited them every day.

Though she could avoid the first day, she couldn't avoid the fifteenth.

Sheila still wanted to delay it.

So she simply turned off the overhead light and pretended to be asleep, facing away from the bathroom, tightly closing her eyes.

Of course, it would be best if she could actually fall asleep, but the more she tried, the harder it was to sleep, her attention focused on the sounds in the room.

Soon, Killian came out of the bathroom.

The mattress dipped slightly, and Sheila's heart pounded, her entire body tense.

However, after a long time, there was no movement behind her. She wanted to open her eyes to see if the bedside lamp was off, but she was afraid of being discovered.

Finally, she couldn't resist and secretly opened one eye. The dim light stung her eyes, and at the same time, a large hand suddenly reached over and pulled her into his arms.

The pleasant scent of shower gel wafted into her nose, and Sheila's mind went blank.

Without any time to adjust, Killian kissed the back of her neck, and his warm, masculine breath washed over her.

"Mr. Ford..." Sheila instinctively shrank her neck, trying to avoid him. "Are we going to do *that*?"

Killian paused, his voice coming from behind her neck in an ambiguous tone, "What else?"

Sheila said frantically, "It seems like there are no condoms."

He probably didn't want her to get pregnant, right?

It was a marriage of convenience, and he had his White Moonlight; there was no way he would let her get pregnant and then cling to him.

For Sheila, it was the same. Divorcing in three years with a child would be troublesome, whether she remained single or remarried.

Seeing that Killian didn't respond, she turned to look at him.

His brow was furrowed, looking very displeased.

Perhaps he thought using a condom wouldn't feel good? No, she had to fight for her rights. A marriage of convenience definitely didn't include having children; that was extra.

Sheila said cautiously, "If..."

"There's nothing we can't do?" Killian questioned coldly, "Don't tell me you still think there's a chance with Kane? Waiting for the divorce so it's convenient for you to go back to him?"

Sheila: "........"

How did he come up with that? The minds of bosses were indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"No, how could I still think about that scumbag." Sheila decided to say something nice to stop him from being so fierce: "It's just that... Mr. Ford, you smell better."

Sure enough, the other party's brow seemed to relax a bit.

The next second, he forcefully kissed her lips.

Sheila was shocked and struggled twice, but she was afraid of angering him, making it seem like she was resisting at first but then welcoming it, which would only excite him more.

This man seemed aloof on the surface, but whether it was his kissing skills or his technique in bed, he was very good, like he had been through a lot of practice.

Perhaps he had had many before her?

Finally getting a breath of fresh air, Sheila panted and opened her eyes in a daze, seeing Killian reach out and open the bedside table, taking out an unopened box.

He had prepared?

Then just now...

Was purely testing her to see if she wanted to get pregnant and cling to him?

Sure enough, the people in wealthy families were very shrewd; you couldn't scheme against them so easily.

Thank goodness she didn't have any unrealistic delusions.

When Sheila woke up the next day, she found that Killian was no longer in the bedroom.

She got up, feeling like her whole body was falling apart.

As expected of a ruthless capitalist, he wouldn't take a loss even in bed, wanting to squeeze her dry.

She had to go to work today, so she ended up being late.

The group's attendance system was very strict, and she was a full twenty minutes late.

The HR department sent a warning letter, docking her a thousand for being twenty minutes late.

Sheila depressingly shoved the warning letter into her drawer and began to frantically tidy up her desk.

At this moment, May Reese, the administrative secretary in charge of the secretarial department's attendance, walked to her cubicle in high heels and loudly shouted at her, "Sheila, taking four days of leave and then being late, do you think you're the owner's wife of Wan Sheng? Coming in whenever you want?"

"The annual performance score of the entire secretarial department has been affected by you; you're such a jinx."

Colleagues' eyes turned to her, and Sheila felt her cheeks burning, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

As the most active and motivated workhorse, it was the first time she had taken four days of leave and been late.

Feeling aggrieved, she looked up and directly retorted, "I took sick leave, and it was directly approved by Mr. Ford. Ben should have told you, right?"

"As for being late, I've been in the group for more than a year, and it's the first time. Do you have to speak so harshly?"

At this moment, Killian happened to walk out of the office. He was tall and straight, well-dressed, and his expression was as cold and sunk as always.

May immediately restrained her expression: "Mr. Ford."

Sheila subconsciously looked at him, her eyes filled with a trace of hope. As the instigator, he should say a word for her, right?