บททั้งหมดของ My Contracted Husband, The Heartless CEO has Amnesia?!: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Chapter 71TW: You already know what this is, I swear there is plot at the end.SLOANE"Put it in, put it in, put it in." I chanted as he hesitated for a moment, before nodding his head. I laid still on the table and closed my eyes, preparing myself as the searing pain was the only indicator that I needed that I was going to get railed by 12 inches cock, without stop.He sheathed himself completely at once which made me scream loudly, kicking almost everything and everything in my path as he held my laps down, pinned it to the table as he held me down.There was hurried footsteps and a frantic knock on the door."Sir, are you alright?" Fuck, we were too loud, Xenois PA is here."Fine, just pulled a muscle." Dmitri answered for me, as she seemed to accept the information, as Dmitri started moving, the thrill of being caught like this made me orgasm like that immediately as Dmitri eyes widened in shock as I covered my face filled with embarrassment."Do you need an ointment sir?" Xenoi

Chapter 73: The Truth RevealedXENOIS"I'm here for my son Kyle," he continued, settling more comfortably in his seat. "He's part of that international academic competition team with your boys. My wife Miranda is around here somewhere, probably fussing over our daughter Amber. She just transferred to Whitmore two months ago.""My boys mentioned Kyle," I said, grateful for a normal conversation after the vicious gossip I'd just overheard. "They seem very excited about him joining the team."David laughed. "Kyle's excited too, though he tries to play it cool. Your sons are brilliant—I've heard him talking about their collaborative problem-solving sessions. Having three perspectives that complement each other so perfectly gives them a real advantage.""Kyle's in the gifted program as well, I take it?""Since kindergarten," David confirmed. "Amber's in a regular class, which honestly might be better for her. The gifted program can be... intense. Not every child needs that kind of pressure

Chapter 75: RedemptionXENOISAs we returned to our seats with the certificates in hand, I kept my arm around Celeste, making sure everyone in the room understood exactly who she was to me.The meeting concluded shortly after, and Dr. Whitmore announced that the parent-child sports games would begin in fifteen minutes on the athletic fields behind the school."Oh, this is going to be fun," Miranda said as we filed out of the meeting room. "Kyle has been talking about these games for weeks. He's convinced he and your boys are going to dominate the relay races.""The boys have been practicing their strategy," Celeste added with a laugh. "Apparently there's a three-legged race that requires significant coordination."As we walked toward the athletic fields, David fell into step beside me while the women moved ahead, chatting excitedly."I hope you don't hate the suit too much," David said casually. "Or if you hate mud, you can sit this out."I looked at him with confusion. "What do you m

Chapter 77: RetailationXENOIS"You were simply being catty and transparent," I interrupted, not bothering to keep my voice down. "I've been here less than two hours and I've already heard about how you and your friends have spent years questioning whether my wife was actually married to me. How you've made snide comments about her being essentially a single mother. How you've treated her like a liar and an outsider."The color drained from Victoria's face as several other parents turned to watch our exchange. Her friends looked equally uncomfortable, probably realizing that their years of gossip were about to have consequences."Mr. Kingston, I think there's been a misunderstanding—" one of the other women started."There's no misunderstanding," I said, my tone sharp enough to cut. "You've been cruel to someone who has done nothing but love and support her children. You've questioned her integrity because I failed to show up to school events. And now that I'm here, you're either try

Chapter 79: Mud StrategyXENOISThe mud course stretched out before us like a battlefield—a hundred-meter track of carefully maintained grass that had been deliberately soaked until it was slick and treacherous. Water stations lined both sides, and I could see several teachers with hoses ready to add more water if the course started drying out."This is going to be messy," Miranda said cheerfully, bouncing on her toes with excitement. She'd changed into old athletic clothes that she clearly didn't mind destroying, and her hair was pulled back in a practical ponytail."That's an understatement," Celeste replied, eyeing the mud with a mixture of apprehension and determination. "Last year, I was finding mud in places I didn't know mud could reach for days afterward."I looked down at my Whitmore athletic gear, already resigned to throwing it away after this event. The mud games were apparently legendary at the academy—a chaotic relay race where entire families were literally tied togethe