Beloved Woman of Full Wealthy Young Master のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

I let out a sigh of relief.My heavy work felt finished when the inner part of my thighs felt wet.Fluid flowed as I sat down after my chest pressed against Amon.I was on top of Amon.My breath was ragged. My mouth was open.My eyes were heavy, sometimes closing."Do it one more time, Wisa."I bit my lower lip.Amon’s movement was fast, dropping me from the top of his body onto the bed.He was on top of me."Two kisses on the cheek, one punishment, one debt, it should be paid off," I muttered.I was extremely tired.But I knew, the consequence of staying with Amon was this exhaustion.Throughout his life, he had never been in a romantic relationship with any woman because of his illness and I... I was the first woman so he poured all his desires onto me."Do it one more time, Wisa."Amon didn't listen to me.His face moved quickly toward my neck. His nose sniffed every inch of skin.Not a single shred of clothing.Amon's hand gripped my wrist which was beside my head."Fine, one more

Amon poured whiskey into a glass cup on the table in front of him. He took sips, little by little.His gaze was fixed straight ahead at a few family members riding a swan-shaped boat on the lake.One of his hands gently held mine in the air, while the other hand occasionally poured whiskey from the bottle in front of him.Both of us sat by the edge of the lake.Beside Amon, Blanke was standing.A small ceramic plate with boneless fried chicken pieces was placed in front of me by a waiter.I let go of Amon’s hand, reaching for the small fork on the plate.Poking a piece, putting it into my mouth.Crispy.Savory.It tasted so good.Added to that was the calm night breeze, and the sound of soft music echoing in the background.The hustle and bustle of the festival visitors could also be heard, though very far away.Not a single person dared to walk around us.There were staff standing guard to our right, left, and behind us.My eyes occasionally glanced toward the glass of whiskey in Amo

Amon’s car stopped right in front of an abandoned warehouse.It was a huge warehouse, and when the doors were pushed open, the interior was pitch black.I reached for the car door, but Amon’s hand landed right on top of mine as I gripped the handle.“Just watch from here, do not get out!” His voice was firm.My eyes stayed fixed on our hands on the door handle.Amon’s voice came from behind me.My other hand lifted Amon’s hand—shoving it away. I forced the door open.Amon held back my arm before I could step out, but I dragged my feet down onto the stone floor of the warehouse yard.“Wisa,” Amon’s voice was cold, low.I still got out of the car, jogging slightly toward the main doors of the warehouse, which were still shut. The white corrugated metal door slid open.Eliza, whose hands were cuffed behind her back by one of Sergio’s staff, was shoved out.“Eliza,” I rushed over. My steps came to a halt right near Eliza, who was sprawled on the ground.My knees buckled onto the stone flo

“Wisa,”The voice that was so familiar, the voice I missed so much, the voice that warmed my heart was calling my name.My eyes snapped open. I turned my head right and left.I was standing behind the door of the apartment studio my dad used to rent.Father opened the front door.His taxi jacket was still wrapped around his body.“Guess what daddy bought?”In his hands were two small bags.I just stood there in silence.“Ice cream,” he said eagerly. “Sorry, but daddy couldn’t get strawberries. Only matcha and chocolate. A passenger gave this to dad earlier.” My father walked over to the dining table near the kitchen.This studio was small. One bedroom, a tight space. The kitchen and living room were in the same area.“Dad hurried home so the ice cream wouldn’t melt.”My tears fell. I moved closer to my father. My hands reached for his body. But they met only air.“Dad,” I whispered softly.“I don’t like matcha and chocolate. I’m big now, I don’t need ice cream anymore.”I looked to th

“Wisa, you’ve crossed the line. You’re definitely going to regret what you did to Clinton Lady,” Rayhan’s voice whispered right in front of my face.His teeth were clenched in fury.His eyes wide, glaring fiercely at me.I turned my head toward Amelia.A maid helped her stand up, leading her away from the third floor down the stairs.“I remember you asking that Clinton Lady what she was planning to do to me,” I glanced at Cassie, who was midway down the stairs from above. “After that, Cassie drew a knife on me.” Cassie’s face was pale. Her arms were still crossed, her palms gripping her sleeves tighter and tighter.“That Clinton Lady has no manners either, threatening to break down the door of Lady Sergio, the owner of this house.”I shifted my gaze back to Rayhan.“Don’t make a fool of yourself, Wisa. You aren't the owner of this house. The title of Lady Sergio isn't officially yours yet.”Tristan and Eliza were already standing beside me.“You shouldn't make a fool of yourself eith