Pampered Wife of Xavier

Chapter 61: Tenderness

His long fingers ran through her black hair over her shoulders as her faint fragrance smothered all over him, chipping away his weakening willpower. His arms around her were tightening uncontrollably as he hugged her in his arms...

He had to admit that kissing her was addictive.

His usually ascetic self was gradually falling apart before her charm. Suddenly, he felt defeated as he had always been proud of his well-trained discipline and self-restraint.

After tasting several minutes of sweetness, he forcefully stopped himself and looked at her with sparks in his eyes. Her outfit seemed a little messy as several buttons before her chest had come undone and her eyes looked beautiful.

She came back to her senses when she felt her chest area become chilly. Gazing downwards, she noticed that her shirt was open. In embarrassment, she quickly buttoned her shirt up.

He laughed before helping her. "I'm too impatient, but don't worry as there's no one else in my office."

"Don't simply touch me again during work the next time." She glanced at him frowning before she helped him to fix his slightly creased sleeve.

"You mean I can touch you anytime whenever we're not at work? Do you mean it that way?" Xavier tidied up her long, messy hair with his fingers as he chuckled.

Arya slid off from his lap and stood up, glaring at him without saying anything as she walked towards the sofa beside the coffee table.

"I bought some rice for you as well. Eat it yourself. I'll go down first. I'll be waiting for you beside your car in the evening."

She grabbed her pumpkin porridge and went towards the exit so quickly that he could not see her figure at all.

He could still feel the remains of her temperature in his arms as the door closed. Smiling, he felt gleeful and suddenly, he thought to himself that this was not bad at all.

Perhaps a life like this was what he had been hoping for. He wished this could continue especially since it seemed pretty awesome.

After a while, he stood up and went towards the sofa opposite...

...

On the other hand, in Ethan's private villa.

Things had gone crazy last night and ended when Victoria begged him to stop.

It was nearly noon when Ethan woke up. The servants had already prepared his lunch downstairs, so Ethan took a cold shower and then dressed up before heading down to eat.

After a while, Victoria went downstairs too. By then, Ethan was already eating his meal silently.

"Ethan, are you going to the office later?" Victoria gracefully got Ethan a bowl of soup as she asked him gently.

"Mmm, work's starting today. There's a meeting at 3 p.m. later. You should go back on your own after lunch. I can't make it." Ethan raised his head and looked at her, noticing some marks of their intimate moments from last night. For a moment, he found them irritating.

He took a deep breath and grabbed the newspaper, flipping through it casually. However, his expression darkened when he saw a certain piece of news and some photos in it.

Victoria noticed something was not right with Ethan, so she asked out of concern,

"What's wrong, Ethan? Why do you look so unwell?"

Ethan's eyes darkened and he threw the newspaper before Victoria.

In confusion, she picked the newspaper up and took a look at it. Her face went pale when she saw a blown-up photo of the moment when she had handed Arya the glass of wine. She continued reading it and gasped when she realized that the entire article was negative towards her. This was indeed bad news for her.