"Painful…"

Don't you dare move.

Please be away from me. Don't…

AHHHHHH…"

Inside the luxurious presidential

suite, clothes were all over the floor.

The night was terrifyingly quiet.

Adeline Miller quietly laid on the bed.

Her clear black eyes stared fixed

ly at the bathroom door, and her smal

hands were hidden under the quilt,

rubbing the bed sheets tightly.

With a "clatter" sound, the bath

room door opened and a well—buil

man walked out with the fragrance of

shower gel.

He didn't even look at the person on the bed. He bent over and picked up the clothes on the floor. Then, he walked to the mirror and slowly put them on one by one.

Sir …" Adeline called the man in a low voice as she looked at his broad and sturdy back."Yes." The man didn't turn his head. He only replied with an indifferent voice."I... Next time … I won't do it. I am able to pay my brother's medical fees now." She said in a low voice. Her long eyelashes drooped, her eyes being full of shyness.

Hearing that, the man paused for

moment when tying his tie, then lightly cursed his thin lips.

Alright!" He said with no facial emotion

.He grabbed the suit jacket and quickly put it on. "Take the medicine."

His words reminded Adeline who was on the bed. She subconsciously turned her head to look at the bedside table, where the acyeterion was placed.

She was already used to this kind of arrangement.

After sex, she would obediently take medicine. She never needed him to remind, and he rarely mentioned it on purpose.

But today, after she had said goodbye to him, he had actually brought it up. This surprised her a little.

But when she thought about it

ain, she felt relieved.