Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love-Chapter 2345 - 51: Every Word Leslie Howard Says Makes David Redington Furious

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Chapter 2345: Chapter 51: Every Word Leslie Howard Says Makes David Redington Furious

"Sleep with you?" David Redington’s deep blue eyes slowly froze over with frost.

"Oh, no..." Leslie Howard shook her head. "Perhaps it doesn’t even count as that. After all, I’ve told Ms. Redington, I’m serving Ms. Redington just for an equivalent exchange, to get what I need from Ms. Redington."

After Leslie Howard finished speaking, she lifted her eyes and gently swept her long hair.

Her wavy curls cascaded down her shoulders.

The black hair made her delicate face appear even more alluring, and her lips, which had just been kissed by him, were now a vivid, luscious red.

David Redington’s deep, icy gaze swept over her face, paused on her lips, and then settled on her slender, white neck.

He knew a layer of even, heavy concealer was applied on her neck.

And beneath that concealer were the marks he passionately left on her just last night.

This woman, Leslie Howard, was infuriating enough to make him want to strangle her delicate neck with his bare hands, watching her beg for mercy beneath him.

Yet, as soon as he touched her body, thinking she might struggle to breathe.

His cruelty would turn into tenderness, into deep-seated desire.

"Ms. Redington, what kind of look is that? Are you thinking of killing me?" Leslie Howard’s soft, tender voice echoed by his ear.

Her long lashes fluttered, seeming charming yet her eyes were unfathomably deep, concealing her true emotions.

Leslie Howard was not the same as four years ago, when she first met David Redington, still retaining innocence and kindness.

These past four years had exposed her to the harsh realities of human nature, making her understand what it meant to kick someone while they’re down.

When it rains, it pours. When someone is down on their luck, they can’t always count on a helping hand, but can certainly expect a kick.

In this bizarre entertainment circle, no matter a person’s status or whether they have grievances, there’s always someone claiming righteousness, exploiting others for undisclosed benefits.

Leslie Howard was not Leslie Howard anymore.

She leaned forward proactively, her red lips approaching.

To outsiders, it seemed like the two were whispering something, close but not overly intimate.

"Ms. Redington truly is naively pure, wanting to publicly announce her relationship with a woman who’s merely ’making a deal’ with you. Ha, in this light, Ms. Redington appears quite adorable. But unfortunately, a National Heartthrob like Ms. Redington, adored by thousands of fans, is out of my league.

With my current reputation, even acting with Ms. Redington invites criticism. If rumors of a relationship spread... Ha, spare me, Ms. Redington, a woman like me who’s not exactly pure isn’t worthy of you."

After Leslie Howard’s words, her flirtatious eyes flickered with an obscure light.

Just as David Redington was about to speak, the director’s voice suddenly rang out from not far away: "Alright, everyone, get ready. Shooting starts in one minute. David Redington, Leslie Howard... adjust your emotions, prepare to get into character, let’s see the result of your rehearsal in the lounge."

Their gazes met in the air, Leslie Howard was the first to retreat, closing her eyes.

When she reopened them, the once-murky gaze replaced by Grace Smith’s ambitious and aggressively captivating look.

And David Redington... his gaze grew colder bit by bit, eventually becoming as frigid as Alan Moore’s icy exterior.

"Ready—ACTION!"

The camera zoomed in, following the scene where Alan Moore caught Grace Smith, preventing her from hitting the corner of the table.

Grace Smith was caught by Alan Moore’s arm, it was an unconscious act from years of elite training. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

But Grace Smith’s snake-like waist was impossibly soft, as soon as Alan Moore caught her, she fell into his strong and sturdy embrace.

The woman’s small hand, fair and delicate, climbed onto the man’s broad shoulder.

Her soft, voluptuous body brushed against his chest, and she softly said, "What’s the matter, Mr. Moore, can’t you let me go?"

[Today I’m on a business trip catching a flight, so only two Chapters, kisses~ see you tomorrow night~]