“Tch, I say how you are so easy to bully, he told you to arrive in 20 minutes you really 20 minutes to arrive? Besides, there’s no reason to let an employee go to his house so late! What if there’s sexual harassment?”
Klein Williams knew Andrea Jones was timid and said this on purpose to scare her.
Because the status in the family is not as good as the second brother, Jiang San Shao has a lot of grievances about this, and not convinced very much, but, the second brother’s character he can still completely pack a ticket.
The company’s main goal is to provide a solution to the problem of the problem. Now that Zoey Baker is gone, it is estimated that all these tedious things will be given to Andrea to handle.
“Don’t you talk nonsense.” Andrea Jones wrinkled the back of his hand in disgust, “You think everyone is as fond of hooliganism as you are? No more bullshit with you, I really have to go.”
She said, pushing open the car door to get down.
Williams Klein reached out and yanked her into a hug, sharply re-buckling his seat belt, “Sit tight! I’ll take you there.”
“I thought you hadn’t eaten dinner yet?”
“Now you’ve been temporarily stood up, what can I do?” Neal Williams glanced at her in disgust and slid the car back out of the parking shed.
Receiving a blank stare, Andrea Jones immediately snorted back nonchalantly, “This is your punishment! If you dare to take advantage of me in the future, I will immediately cut off friendship with you!”
“Cut!” Klein Williams didn’t think anything of it. Every time he pissed her off, she had to say the words, but which time was she ever really mad at herself?
…
Within 20 minutes, Andrea Jones was standing in front of his house.
The doorbell rang four times before the door was slowly pulled open.
Neal Williams’ face is still somewhat abnormally red, and he is wearing casual home clothes. At this moment is barefoot on the floor, even a pair of slippers are not worn.
Seeing her at the door, her eyes were unmoving.
“Come in and close the door.”
He had turned to go inside.
Andrea Jones crouched in the foyer to change her shoes. Ever since she was a child, especially after her experience six years ago, she had always been careful not to go to a man’s bachelor pad other than Lewis Brown without permission.
Neal Williams, the first of its kind.
After changing into slippers and thinking about it, she took another pair of men’s slippers inside.
Obviously, Neal Williams is really weak and tired at the moment. He is lying on the couch with his pillow, his eyes tightly closed, a faint shadow gathered on his brow.
This kind of him, no serious and calm when working, but fragile like unbearable, let people look at some unbearable.
She walked over and rested her slippers on the edge of the couch.
“Since you have a cold, don’t walk around on the floor with bare feet.” The tone of voice was calmly confiding.
I’m not looking at him anymore, I just bent down and picked out a pair of Chinese herbs from the side and went to the kitchen.
Listening to the sound of her footsteps fading away, Neal Williams’ eyes lifted slightly to a slit. A glance at her back, and then down at the slippers, eyes slightly deep.
…
Andrea Jones tied on her apron and rummaged through the entire kitchen before finding a casserole suitable for boiling medicine. She poured in a pair of herbs and added water to decoct them over the fire.
Even standing in the kitchen, the thought of this house at the moment only the two of them, she had no reason to be a little restless.
Not daring to go out, he only dared to stand at the kitchen door and quietly survey his house.
She expected the home of a celibate man to be a mess, but, surprisingly, it was quite clean. There were no shirts thrown everywhere, and no socks all over the floor. However, there were some bags of noodles in the kitchen trash can.
It looks like he usually uses bubble noodles for his belly quite a bit.
After measuring, she took some white rice from, washed and added water, put it on the fire, and boiled the porridge.
“He sent you here?” Suddenly, a sultry voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Without warning, Andrea Jones shuddered and accidentally touched her hand to the boiler, burning her and making her gasp. Holding up her hand and tugging at her ear, she still glared at him with displeasure, “Why are you suddenly standing behind me?”
“… This is my house.” Neal Williams’ eyes floated slightly as he watched her closely.
She was so cute even when she was burned.
Wearing an apron that I don’t know where I found, I really look like a little wife at home.
Little Wife?
This thought made Neal Williams feel funny. The deepest part of his heart unconsciously became soft, and he slowly approached, whispering, “Give me your hand and let me see.”
Andrea Jones was stunned for a moment and was busy releasing her hand from her earlobe, only shaking her head and turning her back to look at the fire, “It’s okay, it’s not like it’s burning …”
The word ‘detachment’ is truly written on her back.
It was clear that she was intentionally keeping her distance.
Lips dropping, Neal Williams stopped making a fool of himself by approaching and just leaned lazily against the wall, narrowing his eyes as he asked again, “The man sent you here?”
“… is.” She answered frankly.
“He called you ‘wife’.” He intentionally or unintentionally bit the word ‘wife’ heavily, with a mocking tone.
Her head hung low, “I told you, we’re friends.”
It’s such a strange feeling.
It was as if he was being asked for a crime for something he had done wrong. But, shouldn’t it be Lewis Brown, the boyfriend, who should be asking for his guilt?
The point is, why would one feel weak in the face of Neal Williams’ questioning?
“Friend?” He laughed, chewing on those two words and staring at her with heavy eyes, “I didn’t know until now that friends could call the word ‘wife’ so comfortably; andI didn’t know that friends could kiss each other! ”
His eyes grew sharper and sharper, and his words were all cynical and sarcastic!
Andrea Jones felt very aggrieved. She had been taken advantage of by Klein Williams, and now she had to be treated like this! This questioning!
This feeling is really annoying.
“Anyway, you don’t believe anything I say. Originally this is my private matter, and I don’t have to report it to the president.”
She turned around, while removing the apron on her body, while saying: “I’ve boiled the medicine, call over later, just trouble Mr. Williams to turn off the fire yourself, pour out and drink it. Also, the porridge simmering on the fire next to it. Drink the congee first, then drink the medicine. I’ll go first!”
After she finished, she put down the apron on her body and turned around to leave.
The moment he brushes against Neal Williams, he suddenly reaches out and catches her.
She struggled subconsciously, he frowned impatiently, and with one long arm, he fixed her whole body firmly against the kitchen wall.
“Who gave you permission to leave?”
The hoarse voice is so sexy in the dark night that it makes your heart skip a beat. Especially, so close and so close …
So close that it was as if his long, curly, fan-like eyelashes were brushing her cheeks.
She turned her face away in fear, not daring to look at him, only to feel that even her breath was held.
Hand subconsciously tighten the corner of the coat, nervously lick the lips before speaking: “Time is late, I want to go back …”
She struggled, but he tightened her shoulders again, holding her in place. The man’s palms were like iron chains, telling her not to move.
The danger that burst out from the bottom of those deep eyes was too clear.
Andrea Jones only felt dizzy, as if every part of her body was about to be violated by him, and her body stiffened and tensed against the wall.
Suddenly …
The sharpened lower jaw was held by him with a firm grip. The innocent, clean face, was lifted up. She could really see the dark tide of the deep eyes, and the possessiveness was especially clear.
“No!” She shook her head and flatly refused.
But …
The heart, however, is unconsciously trembling.
As if stimulated by her rejection again, his eyes darkened, and once he bent his head, his thin lips pressed heavily on hers.
“Well …” the heat hit her and she immediately struggled and pushed back.
However, the body was completely pressed against the wall by his upright and hot body, leaving no space.
“Don’t … do that,” she choked out, tugging at the shirt on his back.
Heartily hate this feeling of being tough and suppressed.
Yes, not the fear of that night when being forcefully kissed by Lewis Brown, just hate …
But, this feeling of being disrespected really sucks!
“Don’t deny me!” Only the first taste of her soft lips, not even a deep kiss of her breath, but Neal Williams’ breathing was already all over the place.
The body is uncontrollably hot and tense.
He desperately wants to be more delicate to taste the sweetness of the aroma that he can’t forget for six years.
With this thought, the intensity on his lips got heavier. More wildly trying to knock open her shell teeth …
A sense of humiliation swept through her body. andrea jones shuddered and clenched her hands, “Let go of me … Neal Williams!”
He was like he couldn’t hear her words at all, his strong palm went through her hair, and he simply cupped her face with both hands.
Sexy lips, kissed heavier and deeper.
It reminded her of the night she was forcibly kissed by Lewis Brown.
What is the difference between him now and Lewis Brown that night? Why are they both so capricious? What did they think of her as again? A random tool to get off on?
The overwhelming sense of shame told her to sour her nose.
Tears slipping down her face, she raised her hand and impulsively slapped Neal Williams painfully across the face.
The sound of the slap, crisp and loud, echoed through the kitchen.
That one blow left Neal Williams stunned. His lips were still on hers, and he didn’t let go immediately.
The eyelashes were hanging down so that it was impossible to see his expression at the moment, and all that could be heard was the increasingly ragged panting.
Andrea Jones was also confused. It was as if the slap had hit her heart, and suddenly it hurt in a different way.
It hurt so much that she couldn’t stop her eyes from souring.
“I … I didn’t mean to …” her voice softened and she spoke with a sobbing voice, but her next words became resolute: “You can’t do this to me! You can’t bully people like that! I did … well …”
The lips, once again, were blocked hard.
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Oh my!
What is he up to?
Andrea Jones’ eyes widened in disbelief. His scent was on her breath, sweeping all her senses with such dominance.
Slapped in the face, Neal Williams learned the hard way and put both her hands up directly above her head and nailed her.
The burning eyes stared at her, and the hot thin lips were still lingering on her lips.
“Andrea Jones, you listen up …”
Open mouth, breathing heavily, those eyes jumping with fire, more like to melt her away.
The heat, calling her to do nothing but dizzyingly hear his declarations ringing magically in her ears, “Even though it will make you hate me, hate me, I won’t regret anything I do to you tonight!”
What does this mean?
Her mind went blank.
But before she could think clearly, Neal Williams’ kisses fell again in a furious, dense stream.
…
The taut string in his heart snapped in a moment.
Such a kiss, so strange …
Reason told her that she should try her best to refuse. However, being held and kissed by him like this, the strength in her body has been completely drained, calling her whole body powerless.
One can only let him bully, go deeper, and even forcefully respond to him.
I don’t know how long the kiss was …