The CEO's Contracted Wife
I free my wrist and sit comfortably as I tell him, “He told me that you don't like him in real.”
“That's right,” he admits, nodding his head. “I don't like him because of his character. He thinks I'm judgmental but he himself has made that image in my eyes. Not my fault. But we do business and even with the enemy, I've learned to be cooperative.”
“Oh..." I nod in understanding, “I see, I see.”
He hums, eyes lingering on my lips. Shameless. But I do not say it out loud. Instead, I avert my gaze, feeling too hot under his penetrating gaze.
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