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Domineering Billionaire Husband: Please Love Me Gently

She was forced to accept a marriage proposal from a strange billionaire to pay her huge debt and to take back her inheritance left to him when her mother died. "I only have two questions," she said. "The first question is this: if I sign it, does it mean that I don't need to pay my debt?" Mike: "Yes. And your second question...?" Crystal: "Okay, I haven't reached the legal age for marriage yet, so even if I sign it, it won't take effect. Is that right?" Nathan quickly raised his hand and said, "If I say that it is effective, no one will dare to say that it isn't. Do you believe that?" "I suppose so," Crystal admitted. She hesitated for a moment, and then she signed the marriage certificate. Months later, she asked for a divorce from him. He stared at her in silence, then he uttered, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" "What does that have to do with our divorce?" Crystal asked. "I'm only asking because I care about you," Nathan murmured. Suddenly, tears began to stream down Nathan's face. "I'll be happy if you say that you care about me," Nathan continued. "Why must you torture me this way? Haven't I done enough to prove my love for you?" She was stunned hearing his confession and words stuck on her throat. Nathan carried on with his little speech. He said, "I have died once, and the fear of death has no hold on me. But if you admit that you care for me, then I will live for you! So, please, love me once, and I will be at your disposal!"

AnnaShannel_Lin · Urban
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Chapter 247: Are You Tired?

Michelle frowned. She had kissed Paul's most sensitive place, but even that failed to arouse his interest or desire. He seemed to be weak, suddenly, and she could feel him going soft inside her. She did not want to give up, though. 'Are you too tired?" she asked. 'Do you want me on top?"

Paul scowled and said, 'Hush your face." He was impatient to finish before he went completely limp. He covered her face with his hand, thrust into her a few times as hard as he could, and as he came, he cursed her name. 'That was your fault," he muttered as he rolled off her.

Michelle began to whimper. 'Paul?" she cried. 'What's the matter with you today? What did I do wrong?"

'Never mind." Paul rolled over slowly and turned to face the wall.

Meanwhile, Nancy had finished, not one, but more than a dozen drawings. Finally, she stood up and said, 'I'm done. Do you want to have a look? I carefully painted every pose, and I am confident that you will be pleased."