Chasing After My Beloved Wife

"Shawn, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Yvon's face turned pale, and his tone became serious. "Joye is drunk, so I am sending her home."

"She's mine, so you don't have to trouble yourself."

Shawn tilted his head and rubbed his finger against the corner of his mouth. His dark eyes gradually became cold, but he smiled and reached out to pull Joye away. His smile gradually turned into a devilish smirk as he said, "I will send my wife home."

Joye heard the word wife coming from Shawn. Shortly after that, she felt a chill on her body. When she came to her senses, she found that he had taken the suit on her shoulders and hung it on the half-open door.

"Come on, Yvon. Don't you know drinking makes one

? You'll make her too warm if you do this."

Yvon understood the meaning of his words. Hiding the worry in his eyes, he smiled, "In that case, I'll leave my dear sister-in-law to you then."

After that, he circled the car and got in from the other side. The guard glanced at them from the rearview mirror before he drove away.

then, Joye sobered up. She frowned and looked at the charmingly dangerous man beside

All she needed

to do was

that she

jump into an affair? It seems like you don't

and there was annoyance and anger

cold wind grazed her cheeks from the open window. Looking at the man driving with a straight face, she turned to look out of the window, letting the wind numb her tender

broken. Shawn stopped the

hands

strong for her as he gripped her

everyone was already asleep. Only when they entered the bedroom on the second floor did he loosen

suddenly closed in on her. The familiar scent of alcohol from his body eluded a seductive aura. She instinctively retreated, but she was forced to

me see if

long fingers. Forced to raise her head, she looked into

Whoosh!