All Chapters of CEO's Only Wife: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“There was a man and a woman there. They might have the answers I need. I don't know if anyone else knows about the girl or me, maybe there will be witnesses. I don't know if she's been in contact with anyone in America. I'm trying to erase our tracks, Raymond. And since when did you receive information from Jair instead of me?" Eric could barely stop himself from shouting. He didn't want to scare Kitten…Nana. “I get information from anyone useful and recently that person is not you.” Raymond spoke calmly, as if there was no trace of bitterness in his voice. “You made a mess, Eric. The girl was injured, there would likely be witnesses, no doubt the authorities there would want to know about his damned fire. And now, I assume you've taken the girl to the hospital, which has the potential to create even more stories. That's sloppy, Eric." Eric sighed heavily; exhausted fatigue. Yet his anger remained, “No matter what you and your new friend, Jair, think; I'm not an idiot. The region i

"What did I do wrong?" she said, and the words pierced his heart. “God, no. I am so perfect. I just… I don't want to hurt you. And with my current feelings…” If he had ever blushed, he probably would have done so by then. "I know I'll hurt you." He almost groaned as she blushed, smiled and looked away. “So, what to do now?” "Come with me." He took her hand, careful to see which hand it was, and led her to the bed. Slowly, he made her sit on it. She was much more timid now than she had been a few minutes before, but she didn't hesitate. He kissed her lightly on the lips before lying down beside her and coaxing her to open her legs. It was an action he had practiced with her over and over again, kissing down her neck, breasts, breasts, and belly. "UMBRELLA!" She groaned as soon as his lips touched the soft, wet hair between her thighs. He hadn't even licked her, yet he could feel her swirling tension. He kissed the top of her "little girl" in hopes of alleviating her fear. This will

Agent Kudo looks bored. I think he should too. He took another deep breath and looked at me with his eyes and said, 'Okay, that's what you asked for.' He bent down and picked up the brown file he had seen earlier. He opened it, looked at it, then looked at me. He leaned forward and held the delicious morsel to my lips. For a second, he looked a little hesitant, but then turned more determined. He pulls out a page from the file and walks over to me, the piece of paper loose in his hand. I almost didn't want to see what it was, but I couldn't help it. I have to look. My heart flutters! Every cell in the body suddenly sings. Tears sting my eyes, and a bittersweet sound escapes my mouth before I can stop them. Is a photo of Eric! It is a picture of his beautiful, harsh face. I wanted it to be so intense that I reached out, fingertips straightened to get closer to his image. With shameless relief, I opened my mouth but he jerked his hand back. “Do you know this man?” Agent Kudo asked,

“I know this is not easy for you. What you've been through…” I heard her swallow. “I can't imagine it,” she continued. It reeks of pity, and I don't want that. Not from her. The woman reached out to touch my hand and I immediately pulled back. The shrill jingle as my hand smacked against the bars of the bed sounded like the threat of an outbreak of violence. I'm more than ready to use violence if she tries to touch me again. She raised her hands and stepped back. My breathing became more steady and the black halo that surrounded my vision dissipated, until the whole world became clear and colorful once more. Now that she's caught my attention, I realize she's not alone. There was a man with her. He tilted his head and stared at me like I was a puzzle to be solved. That look was painfully familiar. I turned my head toward the window, watching the light flood into the room through the horizontal blinds. My stomach twisted. Eric. His name resounded in my mind. He used to look at me lik

The boy refused to take a bath. “Eric, I won't say it again! You stink! He stinks terribly. It's been days and you're still covered in blood. Someone will see you and you'll be in real trouble, boy." “I am Keleb. The dog! I tore my master to pieces. I have tasted blood and I love it! I won't wash it. I want to wear it forever, like a medal of honor.” Raymond's dark face contorted, his eyes narrowed. "Take a shower. Right." The boy strained his shoulders and glared at his new owner. Raymond was so handsome, much, much more than Narweh, the trained male prostitute inside him was agitated by the act. Raymond is also stronger than Narweh, capable of causing havoc, but the boy won't allow himself to fear, cowardly before the man who is destined to be his new boss. Now you're a man, a man! He could make his own decisions about whether to wash the blood off his face or not. "Is not!" Raymond stood up. His eyes were hard and menacing. The boy swallowed hard, and no matter how hard he tr