Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 388: Woman, Five Yuan a Time? (3)

His hot and moist lips continued to savagely bite at her little mouth, and after a while, her lips were left slightly swollen from his kisses...

He seed to think this wasn’t enough.

Grasping her small face, he bit down on her lips again, seemingly afraid of hurting her, so he lightened his touch a bit.

Ha.

How could she do this!

The taste of kissing her hadn’t changed at all, still as sweet as before, yet he felt a dull ache in his heart. How could this be? How could she forget him like this... how could she have forgotten.

Forgotten, forgotten!

His heart ached.

Wife.

Wife!

"Wife," he finally said, his thin lips gently moving to her ear, lightly brushing against her hair and ear, "Wife."

For a mont, she was stunned.

This handso guy, could he have so kind of problem with his head?

He must have, right? As soon as he arrived, he held her and kept kissing her, calling her wife when she wasn’t even married... If this man called her wife, then he must be out of his mind.

"Mm."

She replied.

She didn’t know why, but she actually felt a bit sorry for him.

"Hey, handso, could you let go first?" Her heartbeat was racing uncontrollably.

He didn’t let go.

Instead, he tightened his grip.

"Ugh, no!"

"Good girl, relax..."

He coaxed her, his voice low and lodious, completely soothing.

As he finished speaking, he gently patted her small bottom, "Good girl~ be obedient."

Her heart skipped a beat for an unexplained reason, and the skin he touched... was burning hot.

The indoor lighting was slightly yellowish and dim, fortunately, he couldn’t see her blushed face, or it would have been so embarrassing.

She blurted out, "Hey, handso, I’m pregnant..." She wanted to explain things clearly to him, make this man stay away from her, but before she could finish, he interrupted, "The child is mine."

What? The child in her belly was his?

She was shocked, and the next second she laughed, "Sir, you really like to joke... mmm."

Before she could finish, he bit her lip, swallowing all the words she hadn’t said yet.

Little woman.

The child was originally his anyway.

Where could she escape to?

Thinking about how his little woman forgot him gave him a dull ache in his heart, and a powerful possessiveness and anger headed straight to his head!

He suddenly picked her up, placed her on the large bed, and could no longer restrain himself, saying, "Baby~ be good..."

...

She was pregnant, not knowing whose it was, and if he ended up as the happy dad... wouldn’t that be a grievance for him.

He’s so handso, such a good body, slim where he should be...

With such excellent qualities.

And her? She had no money, nothing really, and was bullied by the Nightingale Family.

He was staying in the Presidential Suite.

He must have an extraordinary identity, right? It would really be a disservice to him, and the more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt.

She wanted to explain things clearly to him, but... he was overwhelmingly domineering, completely sealing her little mouth, including all her moans in his lips, not allowing her to make a sound.

He truly was a demon, imperiously overbearing.

She seed to have lost her backbone, her body unyielding, involuntarily leaning towards him.

In the end, even her little hands were disobedient... tightly wrapping around his waist, over the robe, holding his firm and slender waist...