Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 738 - 383: Extra Story: She Will Not Be Easily Defeated by Him
He and she... never even started.
In the bathroom, she let the cold water pour over her icy body...
She tilted her head, allowing the water to slowly slide down her face...
She drowned all her pain and embarrassment in the curtain of rain, until her heart could no longer feel uncomfortable.
Wiping her wet hair and walking out of the bathroom, except for the slight redness in her eyes, Christine Quinn’s face showed no trace of abnormality.
The warm air from the hairdryer made her hair flow down like a waterfall.
After drying her hair, she climbed into bed, ready to welcome the next day’s sun.
Lying in bed, she inadvertently saw the clock hanging on the wall...
The hour hand was already tilting towards twelve...
She closed her eyes, as if she could hear the ticking of the clock.
Just as she was listening to the clock’s ticking, preparing to sleep, the door made a "click" sound, opening.
Her eyes snapped open.
Accompanied by steady male footsteps and his masculine scent, she sat up.
Skyler Jones casually tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa. Seeing she hadn’t slept yet, while unbuttoning his shirt cuffs, he said, "So late, and you’re not asleep yet?"
"You..." She wanted to ask why he came back. She thought he wouldn’t return tonight.
"What, have you thought it over?"
"Huh? What are we considering?"
As Christine was muddled, lost in thought, Skyler had already sat at the edge of the bed, leaning over, gazing at her, "What do you think?"
Christine shook her head blankly.
Skyler chuckled softly, "I thought you were waiting up for me because you’d considered the suggestion I made to you during the day."
"Suggestion?"
Skyler kindly reminded, "The solution to explaining things to Marie."
The next second, Christine’s face turned a deep red, embarrassed and annoyed as she pushed him away angrily, "Pervert!"
Skyler laughed heartily, then got up and went into the bathroom.
Christine grabbed a pillow and viciously threw it at him, but he had already entered the bathroom and made sure to remind her, "Bring me clean pajamas inside. I suppose you don’t want to see me exposed."
"Disgusting."
His laughter continued to echo from the bathroom.
After cursing under her breath, Christine had no choice but to jump out of bed and fetch a clean robe from the wardrobe for him.
The bathroom door wasn’t locked. She brought the robe inside.
Through the frosted glass of the shower, his well-defined figure could be vaguely seen...
She blushed a bit, hurriedly put down the pajamas, and dashed out of the bathroom.
Back in bed, Christine pulled up the covers over herself.
She tried hard to fall asleep but kept tossing and turning without any trace of sleepiness.
Finally, when Skyler came out of the bathroom, she had to pretend to be asleep.
It should have been like a usual night, with him on the sofa and her in bed, but tonight, there seemed to be a slight variation...
Because...
After his shower, Skyler actually lifted the covers beside her and lay down next to her.
"Ah—"
The feigned-sleep Christine cried out in panic, quickly jumping to the farthest place from him, clutching at the quilt. "You... what are you doing?"
Skyler, resting his head on his hand, eyes closed, replied indifferently, "Sleeping."
"You go sleep on the sofa."
"I’d like to."
What does that mean?
Christine turned her head to look in the direction of the sofa.
Wait, where’s the sofa?
Christine was dumbfounded.
Suddenly, she remembered Becca telling her in the afternoon that her mom would arrange her room in the afternoon...
Could it be...
Mom found out that she and Skyler had been sleeping separately, and then moved the sofa out of the room.
Oh my god, no wonder she felt the room was especially empty when she walked in today...
Frustrated, Christine had no choice but to compromise, "Then you can have the bed, I’ll go sleep with Marie."
Holding a pillow, as Christine was about to get out of bed, her wrist was suddenly seized by someone.
The next second, Christine was pinned down by a strong, powerful body.
The pillow fell from the bed, and Christine looked in panic at Skyler, who was over her now.
Their breaths were intertwined, and her chest was heaving with tension.
He gazed at her, his deep eyes especially dark.
Christine’s hands pressed against his chest, her face slightly pale, her nerves making it difficult to form complete words, "You..."
"Why don’t you stay away from me?"
"I..."
"Christine Quinn, do you know how many times in my life I’ve wanted to tear you to shreds?"
