Justin Xavier opened the ssages and went through them one by one. In just an hour, she had spent hundreds of thousands shopping.
Previously, she was reluctant to use his card, but now it seed only right.
Justin Xavier curled his thin lips slowly, and he was very happy; she was his woman and ought to be pampered with his money.
It was rare for the personal secretary to see their president in such a good mood and couldn’t help but ask, "President, do you have good news? You seem so happy!"
Justin Xavier reviewed a docunt, "Can’t you tell I’m smiling bitterly?"
Bitter smile?
The personal secretary genuinely couldn’t see it; the president looked gorgeous!
"I’m really smiling bitterly. At ho, there’s a spendthrift woman who spends money like water. Supporting her is quite pressuring; I guess I’ll have to work harder to earn money in the future," Justin Xavier said while laughing and sighing.
Personal Secretary: Ehh~
...
At six o’clock in the afternoon, Justin Xavier got up on ti to go ho after work.
The villa’s main door opened, and the maid respectfully said, "Sir, you’re back?"
Justin Xavier acknowledged lightly. He glanced into the living room and didn’t see her charming figure, "Where’s Miss Thorne?"
"Miss Thorne is upstairs."
"Then I’ll go find her." Justin Xavier started upstairs but quickly slowed his steps.
The maid curiously asked, "Sir, what’s wrong?"
Justin Xavier put one hand in his pocket and tugged at his tie, his move a bit wild, his voice lowered, whispering, "Has Miss Thorne’s mood improved?"
Maid, "..."
The maid suspected she was hearing things. Sir was using the cockiest tone to ask the wimpiest question; she was listening, thinking he was going to announce sothing big and mysterious!
The maid looked at Justin Xavier, aning, "Sir, I can tell you’re whipped by your wife."
Justin Xavier frowned, you’re mistaken.
Maid, I’ve lived half my life, I can’t be wrong.
Justin Xavier... cough, cough.
"Sir, Miss Thorne has been in a great mood since she returned from shopping." Congratulations, you can sleep back in the room tonight.
Justin Xavier raised his heroic brows, happily went upstairs, his steps a bit rushed, leaping two or three stairs at a ti, and his tall, handso figure quickly disappeared into the master bedroom.
...
In the master bedroom.
Justin Xavier pushed the door open and imdiately saw Leah Thorne. Leah had bought quite a few things during her shopping spree today: lovely clothes, lovely bags, lovely shoes... now she was tidying them up in her dressing room.
She was in a great mood, humming a little tune, wearing a square-necked little black dress, accentuating her curves, her long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders—such vibrant beauty, beyond words.
Justin Xavier walked over, reached out his strong arms, and hugged her from behind.
Ah!
Leah hadn’t noticed him co in and was startled, yelping out loud.
Justin Xavier’s thin lips landed forcefully on her earlobe, harshly teasing, "I haven’t done anything yet; what are you screaming for?"
"..." Leah struggled a bit, "President Xavier, let go, you’re wrinkling my new clothes."
Justin Xavier held her tightly without letting go, "What’s more important, the clothes or your man? Think carefully before answering this question. Who bought you those clothes, huh?"
Leah just felt this man was particularly practical. Rumors had it he was exceedingly generous to won, casually gifting villas and yachts, yet here he was fussing over buying a few clothes, and it wasn’t easy spending his money.
"President Xavier, let go first, I also bought you a gift today!"
Justin Xavier buried his handso face in her long hair and smooth neck, rubbing around like a clingy puppy, "Using my money to buy a gift, should I say thank you?"
"..." Leah forcefully pushed him away, then pinched sothing with her fingers, "President Xavier, this is for you."
Justin Xavier glanced at it—it was a pair of... underpants.
She said she bought him a gift, and it turned out she bought underpants.
She actually bought him underpants.
Leopard-print underpants, pretty... trendy.
Justin Xavier didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, her taste never failed to disappoint.
"How much did you pay for this?"
"It was discounted at the mall, 99 bucks each. President Xavier, praise , am I not a little money-saving genius?" Leah blinked her long lashes seeking a complint.
"..." She spent so much money on herself and then 99 bucks on a discounted pair of leopard-print underpants for him. Justin Xavier curled his thin lips, genuinely praising, "Leah, you’re the best."
"Aren’t I?" Leah held the eye-catching leopard-print underpants and compared them on him, "I instantly had my eye on this pair of leopard-print underpants; they suit you so well. Wearing them, you’d be the trendiest, wildest cool boy on this street."
Justin Xavier let her asure, "What size underpants did you buy ?"
"XXL."
"You bought them too small. Leah, is this my size in your eyes?"
"..." Leah’s enchanting eyes moved downwards, "You seem... to be this size..."
Justin Xavier reached out to grab her, "Co on, let’s thoroughly discuss my size now."
"No!" Leah turned around and ran.
Justin Xavier chased her, and they playfully ended up in the study. Justin Xavier stretched his strong arm to wrap around her slender waist, and they both fell back onto the sofa.
Justin Xavier had slept on the sofa last night; the maid wasn’t sure if he could return to his room tonight, so his quilt and pillow were still lying on the sofa and hadn’t been put away, and now the two of them had fallen into it.
"President Xavier, let go," Leah struggled in his arms.
"You’re being so naughty, I’ll have to properly punish you," said Justin Xavier as he turned her around, putting her small hands on the sofa, kneeling there.
This posture...
Leah’s little face reddened; she always felt that her theoretical knowledge was quite rich, but in front of this man, he could always open new Chapters for her.
Leah uneasily moved, and then "slap" a sound landed on her butt.
Justin Xavier slapped her.
Hiss.
It really hurt.
He was really hitting her, Leah felt the place where she was hit burned with pain, her seductive eyes imdiately filled with a layer of glistening tears, "Justin Xavier, are you a pervert? Let go, I’m not playing with you anymore!"
Justin Xavier’s eye corners tinged with a bit of red, his kiss fell on Leah’s small cheek, "You just spent my money, and now you won’t play, Leah, you really have no professional ethics."
"Pah." Leah cursed at him in anger, "This is violence, playing S&M, which requires extra money!"
"How much more, you decide, however you play, you listen to ," he said in a deep, husky voice.
Leah was a bit frightened; his lecherous look was unmatched.
At this mont, the maid’s voice ca from outside the door, "Sir, Miss Thorne, Old Master Xavier is here!"
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