Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 650 - 646, it depends on your performance
In the hotel, Felix Shaw strided out of the elevator and headed straight for Elizabeth White’s room. Before he could even knock, the door was already being pulled open.
Elizabeth White stood in the room wearing a sheer long dress, looking shyly at Felix Shaw. When she spoke, her voice was very gentle, a far cry from her earlier fierce demeanor when she was smashing things. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"You’re here."
Felix Shaw sized up Elizabeth White from head to toe, a wicked smile playing across his lips. With an air of a man who’s not quite proper, he always had a habit of smiling with a crooked corner of his mouth.
Striding in, before the door even closed, Felix Shaw wrapped his long arm around Elizabeth White, "Did you miss me?"
"I did," Elizabeth White pouted grievously, "but I knew you were busy, so I had to suppress my longing and wait for you to be done."
"Tsk tsk, such a clever little mouth." Felix Shaw lifted his hand, his slender fingers pinching Elizabeth White’s chin.
Kicking the door shut and wrapping her in his arms as he walked deeper inside, Elizabeth White was discontentedly looking up at him, "Does Director Shaw only like my little mouth?"
Remembering how diligently this small mouth sought to please him, the smile on Felix Shaw’s lips grew more wicked, "Of course not, I like both here and... down below."
"You’re terrible!" Elizabeth White feigned unhappiness and punched him lightly. Felix Shaw sat down on the couch while Elizabeth White coyly wrapped her arms around his neck and cooed, "Will you stay tonight?"
Every time after it was over he would leave, as if her place was merely an inn.
"It depends on your performance."
"Director Shaw, how must I perform for you to be willing to stay," Elizabeth White said, intentionally rubbing her chest against Felix Shaw. Wearing a sheer long dress with no underwear beneath, the color black could not fully hide the two points that occasionally faded in and out of view.
"Tire me out to the point where I have no strength left to leave," Felix Shaw teased as he lightly pinched her nose, while Elizabeth White continued to coquettishly grumble, "You’re so strong and I’m so delicate, every time it ends up with me pleading for mercy first."
Elizabeth White knew how to charm a man’s heart. She understood that men liked to be praised by a woman, especially in that regard—the weaker a woman seemed, the more a man enjoyed it.
"At least you know yourself well." Felix Shaw bit heavily on Elizabeth White’s lips, she gave out a startled cry, pretending to be unhappy she said, "You always bully me, not fair, I’m going to bite you back..."
Having said that, she took the initiative and captured Felix Shaw’s lips...
Felix Shaw stayed the night with Elizabeth White because he now had Mia Foster as a shield, so he no longer needed to rush home hurriedly.
In the morning, as Felix Shaw stood in front of the mirror tying his tie, the corner of his mouth quirked up at the sight of a bite mark on his neck. This woman truly knew no bounds—after several times she still screamed, "more..." But, the more a woman is like this, the more a man likes it. He was still young, with plenty of energy and strength.
Before leaving, Felix Shaw approached the bed and threw a card to Elizabeth White. Looking at the bank card, she felt not happy but rather heavy hearted. Every time he was about to leave, he would do this, as if she were a courtesan and the card was his payment for her services.
"Director Shaw," Elizabeth White wrapped her arms around Felix Shaw’s neck, her exposed upper body covered in purple marks, "Will you come tonight?"
"Darling, I’m a bit busy lately. I’ll come to see you once I get through this busy period."
"But I’m flying out tomorrow," Elizabeth White tried one last time. Felix Shaw, however, replied, "No matter, just tell me where you’re filming and I’ll fly over to see you."
"You’re just brushing me off," Elizabeth White reluctantly let go of his arm. Felix Shaw gently patted her cheek, "Not this time."
