All Chapters of THE TRADED WIFE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The room again turned hushed, vamoosing only their heavy breathing sounds in the ambience, which gradually tapered with passing seconds.Abigail was still panting erratically, making her chest heave up and down rhythmically, feeling still fogged. Meanwhile, Byron's breathing had already stabilised. Lying straightly at his bedside, resting his palms over his back head and gazing over the wall, wondering with a long silence before he shifted to scrutinise in her direction with picturesque eyes.His eyes first landed on her panting breath, which was slowly trying to adjust as her eyes closed shut to get some relaxation. After measuring this, he shifted his iris on her naked body, which was now covered with his mark. No matter where he landed his eyes, everywhere, all he could see were red marks, even where it was light from the last round; he made sure to keep the mark again. And, somewhat marking her body like this looks like art to him. She still did not cover herself with a blanket

"Madam, please remember, I'm just one call far away from you." Maggy looked in Abigail's direction with tender gazes, who was coming to bid her goodbye on the doorsteps. Maggy's hand held a small suitcase while the car was parked outside the house to pick her up and drive to the main mansion. Her gaze owned a little sadness when the time came near for her to leave. She was worried about Abigail leaving alone with her cold temper, Master. At least, she wants to stay till her be comfortable around him. But she is just an old maid and has no right to do that. She can only hope her Master does not neglect his wife and treat her well. She wished his Master was serious about this relationship and did not break her mistress's heart. However, thinking could not change the reality that her young Master is no longer a sunshine person like in childhood. He is now the hot-tempered adult man who doesn't like someone to go beyond his words. Suddenly, the car horn got her back to reality, and

The gun was not loaded. It's empty. Seeing the man still alive and safe, both mother and daughter breathed in relief, but simultaneously, they were worried about what would be next. On the other side, the man opened his eyes in considerable shock, looking at himself still alive before moving his gaze at the unloaded gun and then at Byron with a doubtful, suspicious expression.  "W-What just happened?"  "T-This gun…" The man was voiceless and pondered about what game Byron was trying to play with him and his family. Meanwhile, Byron gaped at him without any hint of expression and boldly voiced even before his uncle questioned, "What?” “Are you astonished to be still alive?" 

He enjoyed her boldness and somehow found her to be his wife; she should maintain this aura. Yet, he can't let her win, so he decides to break her strong bubble with the following sentence, "Oh, dear. You believed in justice. Still, you got married to someone who does illegal things beneath white fortes...To take your revenge? You should go to cops, not to mafia, once you were freed." "So, as per my wife, aren't you half of the criminal as well, just like me?"   Abigail's eyelashes tremble as her hands squeeze over her dress edges like a wrong child. He said the truth, and this made her zipped out her lips.  "I guess we need to end this conversation, or else my meal will get cold." Saying this, he diverted her mind and opened the lid to look down at the pot to

Her breath hitched when she sensed what his lips, hands and words were doing with her. Even though she's not in love with this man, she can't deny her body reacts so well around him, against her heart's will. And right now, no different. This thought gave her a goosebump momentarily before she gulped her saliva and tried to move from his lap. However, his grip tightened around her, making it almost impossible for her to move even an inch."M-Mr Byron, Can you leave me?" She awkwardly requested."What if I'm not?" His lips trailed to her neck as he whispered.Abigail's cheeks burned to feel his hot breath around her neck. "You can't leave anywhere without my permission." He further asserted, without waiting for her response, as his one arm moved to her things, and the next moment, he started sliding her dress slowly up.His slow-burning touch sent a shiver on her thighs. She shut her eyes, sensing his rough finger touch, eventually tightening her hands' grip around her middle dress.