The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1203:

As darkness enveloped the room, Laney tossed restlessly in bed. Her gaze drifted to Cliff, who sat nearby, immersed in urgent business matters.

Noticing her movement in his peripheral vision, Cliff said, “I’m in a meeting. Give me ten minutes.”

Wrapping her arms around herself, Laney whispered, “Cliff, I’m thirsty.”

Without hesitation, Cliff muted his microphone, set his laptop aside, and poured her a glass of water.

Drawing her close, he continued listening intently to the executives’ reports and analyzing data, while his hands slipped beneath her robe, exploring the sensitive terrain between her thighs.noveldrama

Laney’s eyes widened in surprise as she gripped his hands, her questioning gaze asking, “Aren’t you still in a meeting?”

“The microphone is muted. They can’t hear us,” Cliff assured her.

Only then did the tension leave her fingers.

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Yet, Cliff was merely indulging in playful distraction, alternating between feather-light and firm caresses, treating her like his personal plaything while his attention remained fixed on work.

Watching his eyes locked on the computer screen, a flutter of disappointment stirred within Laney. With deliberate grace, she allowed her robe to slip, revealing the black lace nightgown underneath.

Finally, Cliff’s attention shifted to her.

“Oops, my robe just slipped off,” Laney said with feigned innocence.

As she made a slow show of reaching to adjust it, Cliff caught her fingers, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “Leave it. I prefer you this way.”

His words accompanied the deliberate movement of his finger, hooking beneath the delicate straps to reveal her upper body entirely to his view. Laney’s hands instinctively moved to cover herself.

“What’s there to be shy about? Weren’t you just trying to seduce me?” Cliff challenged, preventing her retreat.

“It’s so embarrassing,” Laney murmured, her cheeks flushed pink.

“So now you understand embarrassment. That’s new.”

After drinking in the sight of her, he returned to conclude his work, desire burning in his eyes even as his expression remained masterfully controlled.

His composed restraint only heightened her arousal. “Cliff,” she breathed, her voice honey-sweet, “I don’t feel very well.”

Catching her hint, Cliff swallowed hard and said, “Two minutes. I’m nearly finished with work.”

“It’s not that kind of discomfort. My whole body feels weak, like I’m burning from the inside,” she purred. Her eyes gleamed seductively as she feigned accusation. “What did you put in that water earlier?”

Cliff clicked his tongue. “Just water. Stop making excuses.”

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