Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 708 - 707: Woman, You’re the First to Overpower Me…

"No, no more, Lucas Knight, please stop... Mm, ah." Her seductive voice trickled out.

"Call husband," he said, planting a kiss on her forehead, then moving to her delicate, upturned nose. Every touch made her shiver, sending sparks through her body.

"Mm, husband..."

She followed his lead and called him husband.

Though her tone was one of refusal, her voice was so pleasant, with a hint of contentnt. And she was very beautiful, her eyes always pure and innocent, large enough to srize anyone.

Every ti he saw her big eyes, he couldn’t help but succumb.

"You’re such a good girl."

"Husband..." Her nose tingled, and she hugged the man, "What do you really want?" She cried so much that every ti he made her cry, he ca back to comfort her. Did he really love her or not? This back-and-forth left a gaping hole in her heart.

"..." He froze, feeling the large patch of wetness from her tears on his chest. Holding him tightly, she cried bitterly, her arms wrapped around his neck.

He was taken aback.

Why was she suddenly crying?

Was it because she was so sensitive being pregnant?

Having her curled up in his embrace made his heart ache; feeling good was a lie.

Instinctively, he lifted a hand to soothe her back, his voice husky with sympathy, "Darling, who made you cry like this? Don’t cry. Whoever bullies you, repay them double."

Who made his darling cry so sorrowfully?

They deserved to die.

If she kills, he’d set the fire.

"Boo hoo!" She sobbed twice, held back her tears, raised her little fist, and hamred at him, "It’s all your fault... it’s all your fault." Her voice was full of grievance.

"Alright, alright." He comforted his little woman, "It’s all my fault as your husband; I’ll give you my life, okay?!"

He wasn’t joking.

His heart was entirely devoted to her.

Whatever she wanted, he provided.

He’d already given it to her once before. It didn’t even hurt him; he didn’t mind. Even though it left a scar on his chest, he saw it as a blessing... yeah, it was left for her, such a joyful thing.

"Wife, take my life; just don’t cry." The man who was always noble and godly, set aside all pride, lowering himself to the dust for her.

"No..." She suddenly stopped her action, looking at him, "Boo hoo, I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t..."

She clung to him, nestling against his body, gently nibbling on his neck as if pleading, "Husband, I love you so much, I don’t want anything to happen to you..."

She thought about the ti he was injured, a ti he almost lost his life.

If she could do it all over, she’d divorce if he asked, not cry, not drive him away, and she wouldn’t have stabbed him. The guilt weighed on her heart.

Quickly, she nestled onto him, cradling his handso face, passionately biting his lips, kissing him, unwilling to part.

He naturally exuded a unique fragrance, sowhat akin to cologne but not quite, incredibly pleasant; she later realized it was his body scent, making her feel safe.

He was always the one to kiss her domineeringly, demanding from her; she didn’t often initiate.

This was one of those rare instances.

Even after so many kisses, her skills hadn’t improved, and she ended up biting and nibbling on him.