Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love-Chapter 2228 - 2240: Intimacy

Feed him?

Skye Brown stared at Dylan Wellington’s deep and chiseled handsome face, feeling a bit hard to accept.

She could feed Allen and Molly, but feeding an adult like him.

"Hmm, wife?" The man tilted his head slightly, turning towards Skye Brown.

His empty, unlit eyes fell into Skye Brown’s sight.

Just moments ago, Skye Brown thought it was a bit odd to feed Dylan Wellington, a grown man, and now her nose tingled with emotion.

The next second, she no longer hesitated and took the bowl from Dylan Wellington’s hands.

"Phew... Let me blow on it for you, it’s hot."

In the summer, the dishes don’t cool down easily.

Skye Brown’s soft lips gently blew a fragrant breeze, this warm and beautiful breath melted Dylan Wellington’s usually stern eyes.

He slowly drank the porridge that Skye Brown fed him, after a while, feeling this wasn’t enough.

He then picked up the woman and placed her on his lap, holding her slender waist, feeding each other with Skye Brown.

It had been a long time since she had such intimate acts with Dylan Wellington, and Skye Brown’s cheeks flushed slightly.

After much effort to feed Dylan Wellington, the man gathered her into his arms, letting her sit properly in his embrace.

"Wife, help me shave."

Dylan Wellington’s voice was low and magnetic, and even though his eyes had lost their focus, they were always looking in Skye Brown’s direction.

Skye Brown realized that ever since he was willing to step out of his closed world to accept her, he had always called her ’wife.’

Although it was a very faint, subtle detail, Skye Brown found it very sweet.

"Okay... but I’m not very skilled at it, maybe we should find Tom Nelson..."

"No, if I can never see again, then I only want you to shave for me. If you’re not here, I just won’t shave."

Skye Brown: "..."

She was speechless, never expecting the formerly aloof and prideful Dylan Wellington to turn so... coquettish after losing his memory.

"Alright, then I’ll shave for you. If it doesn’t turn out well..."

"It’s okay, anyway, I can’t see. Whatever it turns out to be, only you see... wife, as long as you like it, I don’t mind."

Dylan Wellington kissed her on the lips, savoring it.

Then he stood up from the sofa, lifting Skye Brown into his arms.

Suddenly being lifted by Dylan Wellington, Skye Brown was startled.

She was just feeling a bit melancholy about Dylan Wellington’s words ’anyway, I can’t see,’ and the next second, his sudden action made her cry out in surprise.

Her arms hugged his neck tightly, her soft chest pressing against his nose.

The man held her waist with one large hand and cupped her hips with the other, carrying her into the bathroom.

Skye Brown was gently placed on the washstand by Dylan Wellington, and her man stood right in front of her.

That brilliantly handsome and slightly devilish face was within reach.

"Without you, I’m unkempt, do I look bad?" he asked, yet his large hands were reluctant to let go of the woman’s soft waist.

He moved back and forth along her beautiful curves, gently kneading.

Ever since his blindness, unable to see his comforting woman, he hadn’t bothered with his hair nor shaved.

Now Dylan Wellington relied purely on his inherent looks and aura.

A man who was originally indifferent about his appearance now felt a hint of fear.

His Skye was used to seeing him in high spirits; would she find him...

"You don’t look bad, how could you? You don’t realize, now you’re incredibly masculine, brimming with hormones..."

Before Dylan Wellington could voice his inner hesitation, his woman couldn’t help but hug his lean, muscular waist and press her face against it.

Skye Brown propped herself up, using Dylan Wellington for support, rubbing against him.

Her soft, boneless body nestled into his embrace, her hand climbed onto his broad shoulder, whispering in his ear.

"You now, sexy and decadent, making one want to misbehave. You know my husband... I really want to sleep with you now."

With that, Skye Brown lowered her head.

On Dylan Wellington’s broad shoulder, she left a mark that belonged only to her.

She would love him for a lifetime.

Whether this man was blind or had amnesia, every version of him, she loved.

[End of the update, see you tomorrow night at 6:00~]