Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 803 - 802: Kid, You’ve Really Suffered

"The effect of that Power Pill is very significant. Guaranteed to keep you two happy and satisfied."

Carla Carr: Is this auntie a devil? Buying Power Pills for Alexander Kingsley? She must be afraid he’d be bedridden for a week.

Alexander Kingsley was filled with a chill when he saw the disdainful look from the old auntie, his handso face turning a shade of bruised purple.

He punitively grabbed Carla and pulled her into his arms: "It’s all because the wife is unsatisfied, every night with the lights off, demanding more on my waist. Even if I’m not weak, she’d make weak."

As soon as he said this, the auntie’s expression changed imdiately, scrutinizing Carla, oh dear, the boyfriend is wealthy and extrely handso, but you can’t just steamroll over him like that. Girl, being such a little fairy, who could withstand you?

You should count your lucky stars your boyfriend isn’t done for yet.

"Girl, I think you need to buy sothing to supplent yourself too. Otherwise, won can get weak as well."

Carla was at a loss for words: "..."

Her face turned a mix of blue and white.

In anger, she bit Alexander Kingsley’s chest with all her might: When have I ever ridden on you, demanding more!

Alexander: "Auntie, you see, my wife can’t wait."

"She was just like this before, I’d barely eaten when she’d pull down onto the sofa with force."

The old auntie’s face turned red: "..." Young man, what a grievance for you.

"Admiral, being strong-ard by your wife is a blessing too... No wonder you’re weak."

Carla finally couldn’t hold it in, turned around: "Auntie, it’s all because our parents are urging us to have a chubby little boy soon, but he’s not capable, we’ve tried so many tis, and still no baby..."

"I had no choice, but to be forceful with him."

"He’s already weak... This just makes him weaker..."

Alexander didn’t speak, his gaze filled with a world-destroying danger: Carla Carr, this week, don’t even think about leaving Admiral’s bed. No, a week is too little, two weeks... a month.

Upon hearing this, the auntie’s face changed again, giving Alexander a disdainful look: so handso, could his sperm be the issue? She kindly said, "Young man, you’re not just weak, you should buy several bottles of Power Pill, I’m sure just once will work, hurry and have a fair and plump little bun."

Alexander was even more furious: Carla Carr, two months, if I can’t make you cry in bed every day, I won’t be a Kingsley.

Alexander replied: "Auntie, no need for Power Pills, the wife cries for rcy every day, if we used Power Pills, she wouldn’t stop crying, and then I’d feel bad, so... no Power Pills needed."

The auntie turned to Carla: "Miss, he says there’s no problem, so do you still want the Power Pill or not? It’s very effective, the duration is long... very helpful in conceiving a little bun."

Carla blushed with embarrassnt: "Auntie, just look at his tall and skinny build, it must be short and thin, even with Power Pill it wouldn’t do much..."

The auntie was stunned: "...Oh dear." This, a short duration can still be helped, but short and thin together, even a god couldn’t help you, the auntie said, "Admiral, you’re beyond help..."

Alexander: "..."

Never in his life had he been so embarrassed.

He had the urge to kill soone, the kind where he’d kill several billion. Thinking this, he reached out, wrapped his arm around her waist, and coldly said: "Wife, let’s go to the room... have a good talk about whether I’m short and thin, hmm?"