Untamed Charming Wife

“Mmm mmph…”

Kayla was pinned to the floor by Ethaniel, not only were her lips being fiercely kissed, but her clothes had also burst open. His strong fingers slid inside her shirt, tracing the lines of her breast through the thin fabric…

Kayla panicked and opened her mouth to bite Ethaniel. However, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in the moment she parted her lips…

Kayla continued to be kissed forcefully, her tongue aching from his aggressive sucking. Despite her lack of kissing experience, she could tell that Ethaniel was a terrible kisser!

The more she struggled, the fiercer Ethaniel’s kisses became. The fingers that were originally tracing the lines of her breast evolved into a full-on groping motion…

Her sensitive breast, touched lightly by him, made Kayla’s entire body go limp, a tingling sensation coursing through her as if an electric current was passing through.

Although she had various ways to break free, she found herself completely powerless against his kisses and groping.

Noticing the person in his arms had given up struggling, Ethaniel eased his hold as well. His intense kisses gradually became gentler, and his fingers loosened their grip, traced a path along her curvaceous bustline, teasing and enticing.

When Kayla let out an unconscious low moan, Ethaniel suddenly straightened up, biting her soft lips before lifting his head.

Her lips, swollen from the repeated assault, her large, lively eyes, always so full of justice, now misty and unfocused as if she hadn’t yet recovered.

Silly girl…

Ethaniel sighed inwardly. He could claim her now, but he didn’t want to deceive Kayla in such a manner.

His dick was painfully hard, but Ethaniel sat up, pulling the dazed Kayla up with him.

Her lips felt numb and slightly painful from Ethaniel’s bites. Her police shirt had four buttons undone, just enough for him to slip his hand inside…

Blushing furiously, Kayla’s hands trembled as she tried to button up her shirt, fumbling with the small buttons in her flustered state.

Ethaniel, seeing her panic, couldn’t resist helping her straighten her clothes.

Kayla felt she had calmed down, more or less. Taking a deep breath, she looked Ethaniel in the eye. “Do… do you like me?”

“Like?” Ethaniel pondered, his expression turning cold.

With his status, he probably wasn’t suited to use that word anymore.

Not getting a response, Kayla felt a bit stifled. But she had always been optimistic; she should have expected such a reaction from someone wealthy.

Standing up decisively, she dusted off her clothes. “Pretend I never asked. I’m leaving.”

With that, Kayla headed downstairs to leave.

Ethaniel frowned sharply and followed her down. At the door, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. “Kayla.”

“Yes?” Kayla turned around, her flushed cheeks now gone, her expression reverting to the one she had worn before, the one that meant to keep her distance from him.

Seeing Kayla like this suddenly made Ethaniel irritated. “I do feel differently about you compared to other women.”

“Oh,” Kayla nodded, then responded earnestly, “Sorry, but I feel the same about you as I do about other men. I’m not interested in you.”

“… Kayla! What exactly do you want?” It was the first time in his thirty-one years that he had felt this way about a woman, and she dared to say she felt the same about him as she did about other men!

Kayla looked at his cold expression and asked curiously, “You don’t like me, and I, well, I kind of dislike you. Perfect. I just want to be a regular cop, live an ordinary life, and not get involved with people like you. Let’s just maintain a normal relationship. Don’t touch me, and I promise not to hit you, okay?”

“You dislike me?” Out of Kayla’s long speech, Ethaniel only caught that one point.

“Someone who extorted a million pounds from me, changed my job from a cop to a bodyguard, and still likes to harass me-what else could I feel but dislike? You’re high and mighty, you can dislike me, but that doesn’t mean an ordinary person like me has to like someone like you!”

Kayla didn’t look at Ethaniel as she pulled her wrist free and walked away with a cool demeanor.

Standing at the door, Ethaniel’s handsome face turned sullen, angered by Kayla’s long speech.

He said he felt different about her, which is basically the same as admitting he likes her… why does he have to say it out loud?

…

Kayla drove her old police car, wobbling back home.

Upon entering, she saw Viola feeding Essem, the two chatting happily.

“I’m back!” Kayla’s cheerful voice revealed no signs of the ordeal she’d just gone through.

“Kayla-Kayla-” Essem’s eyes lit up, softly repeating her name.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Kayla quickly walked over, smiling as Essem touched her face. “Mom, I’m back.”

“Kayla…” Essem kept repeating this, her face full of gentle smiles, showing no signs of her severe mental illness.

Viola glanced at Kayla, raising an eyebrow. After Essem went to her room to sleep, she pulled Kayla into the courtyard.

The cool, comfortable evening air filled the small courtyard.

Viola stared at Kayla’s lips for a while, then suddenly grabbed her police shirt, tilting her head to look at her neck.

“Hey! What are you doing!”

“Shut up!” Viola frowned, sitting down on another chair, looking serious. “Who were you with just now?”

“No one,” Kayla tried to cover up. “I was patrolling alone.”

“Still lying to me!” Viola glared at her. “Do you think my years of experience are for nothing? Who bit your lips? And who left the marks on your neck?”

Marks on her neck?

Kayla panicked, covering her slightly sore neck with one hand. She couldn’t remember when Ethaniel had bitten her neck.