the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 1057: You Mind Too Much

Crystal had just entered the bedroom when she saw the man following her inside. He closed the door and pressed her against the door panel, and suddenly her vision went dark as she was completely enveloped by him. Her red lips were captured fiercely.

He ca too suddenly. Crystal was startled and hadn’t yet reacted when she felt his coarse hand tighten around her, almost breaking her waist.

This man was truly a rough and reckless bull, completely unaware of how to be gentle.

Her beautiful eyes, resembling flower petals, showed a hint of mist. She impatiently pushed him and said, "Why did you follow in? Aren’t you annoying?"

She actually just loved to tease him, to see the man with the eternally stoic face change expressions, to watch him lose control. As for the bedroom matters, her first experience wasn’t great. No, she wasn’t looking forward to it at all.

Richard Shaw felt a bit suffocated, thinking his wife was too delicate and theatrical. However, her theatrical little gestures were very seductive.

Inwardly, the man felt imnsely pleased. Having carried the burden of family responsibilities all these years, not daring to be careless at all, he’d never even had a first love. Now he had skipped straight to marriage. Since he agreed to marry, he had no intention of divorcing. There was no reason to ignore his charming wife. Now, his breath sank deeper, growing more erratic.

Crystal saw that he wasn’t leaving and was intentionally causing trouble. She pouted charmingly while coldly snorting, "You need to compensate for my clothes."

"I’ll buy them." The man’s voice seed to co from the depths of his throat, unexpectedly hoarse. His body was also tense beyond reason; it was more difficult than when he was in combat under extre conditions.

She belonged to him, let alone the clothes. How many clothes could she want? Currently, the Shaw Family’s dostic finances were all under her control, spoiled indeed!

The room was unlit, extrely dim, with only the floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting the outside daylight and the dim glow of street lamps. Outside it was extrely quiet; inside, it was warm like spring. This kind of tender affection, resembling flowing water, was rarely experienced by a man with years of military life, exposed to the elents.

Too much softness and beauty always seem to erode a person’s lofty ambitions, like a poppy, impossible to resist.

The man only felt he wanted to indulge in this incredible softness. This woman truly was a enchantress; even soone as steadfast as him found it hard to resist, thankfully she was his affliction.

Richard Shaw worried the door panel might scratch her delicate skin, so he carried her over to the large bed.

The man reached out and turned on the dim bedside lamp. The faint orange glow bathed the large bed, the light was not bright, just enough to hazily illuminate their appearances.

His tea-colored eyes were deeper than ever, shirt buttons broken by her. His handso face showed traces of danger due to restraint and control, his whole body radiated a strong air of danger.

For the first ti, Crystal realized male attraction could be so alluring. Even Richard, seemingly like a block of wood, had so skill; thinking this made her face flush hotly.

Her whole body felt weak; under the man’s deep gaze, she provocatively curled her lips.

Richard Shaw leaned forward and said deeply, "Don’t cry later."

"I will cry, so what? You manage too much, I’m not your subordinate, Mr. Shaw." Crystal raised her chin defiantly. Such an unromantic brute.

"Crying won’t help." The man’s voice was husky as he pinched her small waist.