MY Masochistic CEO-Chapter 75 bold moves

As I took out my phone, about to reply to Kristina, someone else arrived unexpectedly.

To my surprise, it was Melody!

How did she know I was in this ward?

And she came alone.

Melody carried high-end imported fruits and remarked, looking at the full array of gifts on the side, "Looks like you have a lot of visitors."

"Melody, why are you here?" I asked.

"As your superior, I’m here to visit you on behalf of the company."

She seemed to have returned to her usual composed self.

She was truly multifaceted.

"Melody, could you help me adjust the pillow? It’s uncomfortable."

With my right hand on the drip and left hand injured, she hesitated briefly before coming over to help me adjust it.

At that moment, her dark hair fell and scattered on my face, causing an indescribable itch.

I took the opportunity to pull her down onto the bed. She exclaimed, "William, what are you trying to do?"

"Don’t struggle. You have already injured my hand today. If you move, it might get injured again."

"You deserve it. Who told you to lay your hands on me?"

Despite her words, she didn’t struggle anymore. "And you’re so strong, I can’t resist," she said.

Her wit brought a chuckle out of me. She always managed to find a way out for herself.

My hand glided gently around her slender waist, causing her cheeks to flush deeper. "William, what are you trying to do?"

I smelled her scent and lightly brushed my lips against her earlobe, knowing it was one of her sensitive spots. As expected, her delicate body couldn’t help but tremble, and a suppressed hum came from her throat, her hands tightly clasped together.

"William, please stop this!"

"Don’t move. I’ve never seen such cute earlobes before."

I gently grazed her with my teeth. It felt as though a lightning bolt had struck her, melting her in my arms.

"I’m just finishing what I couldn’t finish this afternoon. Melody, will you be my girlfriend?"

With someone like Melody, once you had figured out your strategy, you needed to launch a fierce attack, giving her absolutely no time to catch her breath.

Otherwise, once she regained her composure, all previous efforts would have been in vain.

"No, it’s not possible. I don’t like you!"

She bit her lip and said, "William, the company forbids relationships."

"So, we’ll date outside the office. Problem solved. You do clock out sometime, don’t you? You need some downtime, right?"

I coaxed her gently.

My lips moved from her earlobe to her cheek and then to her tender and sweet neck.

I lightly sniffed and said, "You have such a sweet scent, truly heavenly. Melody, you are simply stunning, absolutely beautiful!"

"No dirty talk to me!" Melody hummed.

"How is this dirty talk? It’s clearly my heartfelt words."

I smirked evilly. She came to see me under the pretense of offering condolences. How could I not be aware of that?

She probably consulted Paul and the others. If it was genuine sympathy, why didn’t she come with them?

Wouldn’t that have avoided suspicion?

I sniffed the fragrance emanating from her body, gazing at her fair skin and leaning in gently.

"What are you doing? You can’t..."

I paid no attention, muttering, "I’m marking you, so you’ll be mine from now on."

In reality, I was just giving her a hickey.

Humans were complex animals driven by instincts.

Just as animals mark their territory with urine to assert ownership, men did the same.

A hickey was a similar concept.

It involved a deeper level of psychological manipulation.

And for women, it never failed.

Twenty seconds later, I lifted my head. A fresh red mark appeared on her fair neck, distinct and conspicuous.

"Don’t..."

She weakly pushed me away, more as an invitation.

"Behave yourself. Listen to me. Let me label you."

I greedily placed labels on her body, one, two, three... and finally, even on her collarbone.

I was about to continue when she suddenly opened her eyes. "Not there!"

Then she pushed me away, hastily fastening her clothes. Her eyes were either teary or misty, cheeks flushed, lips half-bitten, half-annoyed. "William, I’ll say this one last time. I don’t like you. If you try this again, I won’t let you off."

After speaking, she grabbed her bag, covered her neck with her hand, and left in a fluster.

I licked my lips. Her scent was truly intoxicating. One taste and I was almost addicted.

Could I let the fish that took the bait escape?

Recalling this, I quickly called Kristina back, opting for a voice call. Video calls might reveal my presence in the hospital, especially since I was currently dressed as a patient.

Kristina quickly picked up the phone. "William, you finally returned my call!" Her voice carried a hint of sorrow over the phone.

I chuckled apologetically. "Kristina, it wasn’t a good time earlier."

I could lie to anyone, but lying to Kristina always left me feeling guilty.

"Are you free now?"

"Yes, I am."

Kristina said, "You haven’t visited me in days. Have you forgotten about me?"

"Kristina, I’m sorry. I’ve been working late and didn’t want to disturb your rest."

"It’s okay. I know you’re busy, but you need to take care of yourself too."

Kristina continued, "I know you’re trying to prove yourself. I can wait. Just don’t push yourself too hard."

Her words warmed my heart. "I miss your cooking."

"Then come tomorrow, and I’ll make something special for you. Lily keeps asking me why her dad hasn’t visited, thinking you don’t want her anymore."

"That’s not true. I’ll come over after work tomorrow."

After chatting with Kristina for a while, I ended the call.

Unknowingly, I found myself surrounded by so many people. Life’s encounters were truly miraculous.

At seven in the evening, Edward and Mary walked in carrying bags.

"William, are you starving?" Edward asked.

"I had some abalone porridge earlier, so I wasn’t particularly hungry. I’m fine. Did Michaelson and the others leave?"

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