บททั้งหมดของ CEO's Only Wife: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

How did Kudo know about Felipe? Did he know more about Eric? Will he accuse me of murder? It's just self-defense. I have a feeling Kudo would be easier to talk to if my attorney wasn't here. Still a nasty guy, but less pushy. Dr. Sloan said he was a good man and would be of great help to me. Lately I don't have much faith in what people tell me, but a glimmer of hope is better than nothing. I took a sip of water as Kudo pushed the paper cup below my face. May he feel guilty, hateful man. David put his hand on my shoulder and I shook it, "Don't touch me." “I think we should take you back to your room, Miss Ruiz,” he said. “I want you to go,” I whisper, my eyes still fixed on the table. “What is that?” David said angrily. “I don't think that's a good idea, Miss Ruiz. I strongly advise you to keep quiet and let me do my thing.” "She wants you to go." Kudo said. He knows he won this battle. He cornered me, and I just let him do it. I should have noticed that he knew a lot, not just

“I've been doing this for a long time - manipulating people to my liking. That's why you think you love me. Because I broke you and then put you back together and made you believe it. This is not an accident. Once you've left everything behind…you'll see that.""Please. Please, Eric. Don't make me do this, don't make me come back and try to be someone I don't know anymore."“It's time for you to go, Kitten…”Kudo's voice brought me back to reality, “What did he do for you?”I wiped my eyes, wiped away the tears that were standing there, “Everything,” I said with a wry smile, “but has nothing to do with logic and has a lot to do with emotions—revenge, fame, and so on. engagement, betrayal, longing, even love…all of it comes from our feelings.” I stop. "I'm sure you wouldn't do what you're doing without emotion, Agent Kudo.""You've made your point," Kudo said softly, leaning toward me, "but I've been here long enough and have seen a lot of shit."“Why is that important to me? Should it

Eric still couldn't sleep, but the cause was different now. For the first time since he could remember, Eric felt excited at what the next morning brought. *** Eric's eyes opened in the darkness. That dream, that memory, still lingers. He suddenly felt like a little boy again, afraid of the dark, afraid of the unknown, and alone. It's strange how a dream can be so real. It can control a person's mind and arouse emotions, so much so that it affects the body. Eric felt a lump in his throat; he shouldn't be there, he hasn't been that scared boy for a long time, and yet he's still here. His heart was pounding in his chest and his palms were sweaty. He told himself over and over again that it was all a dream, but the emotions clung to him like molasses. No matter how hard he tried to wipe them out of his thoughts, they were still there, shifting from side to side of his mind, wobbling between the joy of experiencing acceptance for the first time and the pain of knowing about the future.

I leaned back and pressed my palms to my feminine spot, rubbing in small circles, but was afraid I wouldn't be able to get myself where I wanted to be fast enough. I don't want to get lost in pleasure. I want to see Eric. I want to see you on top. That thought made me press harder, the rotations became smaller, tighter, and faster. I felt a shiver in my stomach, then a warm stream spread from my spine to my extremities until finally, I felt my 'little girl' squeeze and release, then squeeze again. Again. I let out a tiny moan before I pursed my lips and bit down hard to block out other sounds. That hardly satisfied me. It was a tiny sneeze compared to how Eric had gotten me to the top, but just enough to force my attention back to Eric. Eric's hips were moving faster, his glutes rising and falling as he put all his strength into reaching orgasm. He leaned forward, resting his forehead on his forearm while gritting his teeth and pushing the giant thing he called 'boy' back and forth i

Day 9: Dr. Sloan didn't ask why I was crying, and I assumed it was because she realized she understood. She'd rather ask me. “I know what you're thinking,” I say, but it sounds more like an accusation. Dr. Sloan cleared his throat, "What am I thinking?" "That Eric was terrible, that he was so cruel and that I was stupid to love him." She shook her head, somewhat mockingly, and replied in a way that I found very simple. "I don't think you're stupid at all. If I had to say, I think you're extremely brave." I mocked. “That's right. I am courageous. Kudo said the same thing.” There was a clatter of pen as she wrote a few more notes, “So now you have a different opinion. Don't you think your actions are courageous?" "Not much. I think I just do what needs to be done. Eric always said that one needs to do what it takes to survive. Survival is the most important thing.” "Don't you think it's brave to survive?" "I do not know. Do you think the man who cut off his arm, because it was