Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY HUSBAND SOLD ME TO HIS BOSS.: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

JENETA’S POV.The line began to ring... Twice.My heart pounded harder with each passing second. “Come on,” I whispered under my breath, my voice trembling. “Please pick up… please.” Just as I prayed for his response, the door to the room opened and Mr Chen stepped in. “Henry,” he called. The officer nearest to me turned. Then, his face lit with surprise like he had seen a ghost. “Chen? What are you doing here?” The room fell silent. For a second, just a second, I could see the tension thick between them. Both men turned their gaze toward me. My pulse raced, and just then, the line I’d been holding onto went through. “This is Mr Maynard’s office. Please leave a message after the tone.” A lump formed in my throat as the automated message played, but I had no time to dwell on it, trying to understand how Mr Chen was here, and how he knew about my situation. “I’m here for my client,” Chen said smoothly, his eyes were sharp as they landed on me. My heart thundered in my c

JINHAI’S POV. "Sir, Ms Maynard has been calling you," Chen said from the driver’s seat. I exhaled slowly, my gaze catching his through the rearview mirror. His expression was neutral, but I could see the hesitation in his eyes. "Are you working for my sister now?" I asked, my tone sharp yet calm. Chen's gaze darted back to the road, his grip on the wheel tightening slightly. "No, sir." "Good," I muttered. "I’m flying back to China soon. Everything in Vancouver is settled." Chen nodded once. "Yes, sir. Ms Arinze seems to have memorised everything. The fake dates, the story but what if she slips? Your sister would be furious." "Then make sure she doesn’t slip," I said curtly, leaning my head against the headrest. I closed my eyes for a moment, but opened them again, letting my thoughts surface. "How is she?" "She passed the first round of her casting," Chen said. "We’ve prepared everything, the portfolio, her team, the agency. Everything is running smoothly." Silence st

JINHAI’S POV.I released her, my legs parting hers wider. The moment my fingers brushed against her, I felt how wet she was. "Say my name again," I murmured, though every nerve in my body screamed to lose that control. Jeneta’s eyes locked with mine, wide and glassy, before they flickered downward. My gaze dropped to her throat as she swallowed hard, her pulse visibly racing. "Jinhai," she whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling, fragile, yet full of something I couldn’t name. I inhaled sharply, my eyes snapping back to hers. "Goddamn," I growled. "You have no idea how beautiful you sound." And then my lips crashed against hers, fierce and demanding, swallowing her gasp. My hand slid her panties to the side, my fingers finding her clit. I circled it slowly, deliberately. Her voice broke, her body trembling against mine, and I felt her nearly sink into the table."Ah," she whimpered, her hand shooting out to grab my wrist. "Please." I cupped her chin with my free hand, pu

JENETA'S POV.We arrived at the mansion, and before Chen could get to my door, I pushed it open myself. I thought I had seen luxury before, but what stood before me now was beyond anything I could have imagined. The grand estate towered before me, its intricate architecture and grounds radiating an air of opulence. I stepped out, overwhelmed, my eyes scanning every detail of the sprawling estate. Jinhai walked toward me. "Is this your family house?" I asked."Yes," he replied calmly. His eyes lingered on mine, studying me, as if waiting for my reaction. "Although Biluo isn’t home." I could feel his gaze, sharp and probing, testing me for something. I smiled softly, refusing to let his scrutiny unnerve me. "Of course. She’s probably flying in from London." Before Jinhai could respond, a high-pitched voice broke the silence. "Jin!" I turned toward the sound, spotting a small girl running out of the mansion. Her tiny legs moved with determined speed as her arms flung out

JENETA’S POV. The point was simple, I was having fun. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt free. Truly free. Not the kind of freedom where you have permission to exist, but the kind where you let go of everything weighing you down. It had been years since I felt this light, this alive. The last time I went to a club was when I gained admission to university. In the years that followed, life had a way of taking everything from me, my friends, my dreams, and, somewhere along the way, myself. "Pour me some more," I told the woman in my lap, my voice slurring slightly as I handed her my empty glass. She smiled playfully, filling it to the brim without hesitation. But just as I was about to take another sip, I spotted someone over her shoulder. Broad shoulders, a confident gait, and a commanding presence that could only belong to one person. Jinhai. I froze for a moment, debating whether to acknowledge him. But instead of giving him the satisfaction, I turned my at