Oscar’s knocks gradually became heavier and furious. “Amelia Winters, open the door!” he commanded.

It wasn’t until he knocked ten consecutive times that the door finally clicked open from the inside.

Amelia, dressed only in a bathrobe, was standing behind the door, her hair wet and her cheeks slightly flushed. She was, needless to say, a picture-perfect example of temptation.

Oscar’s eyes darkened with desire in a blink of an eye. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and scrutinized her from head to toe.

Amelia noticed the difference in his behavior, yet she remained distant when she spoke. “Mr. Clinton, I’m tired.”

the back of his foot. He lowered her onto the couch in the room, his large, calloused hand caressing her soft

her hands on his broad chest and

be. I’d picked you in the first place because I liked that you weren’t one who enjoyed meaningless quarrels. If you’re now learning to put up airs with me, let me

from him. Her heart felt like it had dropped into a black hole, sinking so deep she could feel it in her stomach. But she still wore a smile on her face to conceal it. “Mr. Clinton, you don’t have to keep reminding me. I know it better than anyone else that our marriage’s merely a transaction.

fervently at her as if trying to pick up any trace of unwillingness or pretense on her face.

of dealing with Oscar Clinton was completely overtaken by her yearning to

lifted her without warning, gently placing her on the bed before climbing up above

later when the bed stopped creaking and their

conceal the weariness

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