Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 1027 - 1024: What Kind of Woman Do You Want That You

"Ha..." His movents paused as he noticed her frowning. She seed to be in real pain, and indeed, his heart softened. He initially intended to invade and possess her but ultimately stood up and left.

"I’m not interested in your body."

He eventually suppressed the restless feeling inside him, uttering words that made her heart ache: "It’s been three years. How many n have slept with you? Ha, I’m not so desperate..."

Carla: "..."

How many n have slept with her, not so desperate.

In his eyes, was she really that kind of person?

Her eyes welled up with tears as she coldly replied, "Indeed! Admiral, I... indeed have been involved with many n these past three years. Since you know, why do you still co looking for , and why do you hurt yourself like this? Isn’t it counterproductive!"

"For a shaless woman like , you’ve hurt yourself so much..."

As she spoke, she was suddenly pulled into his embrace forcefully, and he pressed her down underneath him again: "I’ll give you a chance to take back what you just said."

She suddenly laughed, "I take it back, I take it back. Alexander Kingsley, I only love you—"

"Alexander Kingsley, I truly only love you—"

She hadn’t ever actually been involved with other n, because in this world, no one treated her as well as Alexander did. She was humbled! She surrendered!

This ti, she ca back just to soothe him, to apologize to him, and to accompany him while he healed his wounds.

Therefore, she couldn’t go against his wishes.

"..." Is that so? He was unsure whether to believe it.

He knew it was false, yet he convinced himself it was true.

Carla felt heavily pressed under him. After a pause, she spoke again: "Alexander... you’re hurt, don’t press against like this." The wound would tear open, even if bandaged, this posture isn’t suitable now.

"Let press for a while." He held her tightly, pressing against her, unmoving.

Maybe it was all an illusion!

Back then, he had such hope for his Carla to return, he went with full anticipation to find her, but unexpectedly...

Never mind, he just hoped the woman he was holding now was truly her, one he didn’t ever want to let go of.

No one knows how long it was until the man’s even breathing fell upon her ear.

He fell asleep. How tired was he?

She tried to move a bit but could not because he pressed against her. However, perhaps fearing she’d be too uncomfortable, he deliberately avoided so pressure, so now she wasn’t struggling to breathe.

...

Alexander noticed the woman under him shifting back and forth, then turned to his side and again held her in sleep.

He didn’t wake.

Just a bit tired, plus the wound felt uncomfortable, so he kept holding her, intending to sleep.

Carla dared not move a muscle!!

Guilt eventually consud her.

The next day, when she awoke, Alexander was still holding her, lacking any intention of waking.

She quietly peeled his hand away and got out of bed to wash up and prepare breakfast for him.

After a while.

With breakfast ready, Carla went upstairs to the room to wake him up, only to find he had woken long ago, his gaze resting on her: "Awake so early?"

Carla: "Early? The sun’s already bright; it’s not early at all!"

"Hmm." He nodded, seemingly having forgotten the pain of the past three years and... the wounds on his body. Now, his mind was full of her smile, which pleased him imnsely.

He rembered she used to love sleeping in.