the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 1041: Are You Sick, Richard Shaw?
The robe Richard Shaw is wearing was personally bought by Crystal Landon, who chose the largest size, a soft black cotton robe. The man is tall, and the long robe only reaches his knees. The wide neckline faintly reveals solid, smooth lines.
Richard Shaw stepped out and saw her black, shiny long hair casually scattered around the pillow. Her small face was radiantly beautiful, her dark, water-like almond eyes inherently carried a hint of allure. Seeing this, the man suddenly realized, after not returning for several years, she had truly grown up, and the concept of marriage was gradually becoming clearer.
It had originally been a paper application, but now, the two were thoroughly bound together.
Richard Shaw turned off the lights, switched on the night lamp, went to bed, and spoke in a low voice, "Sleep."
The two lay on the same large bed, though there was no physical contact, the room was exceedingly quiet, their breaths intertwined, the atmosphere somewhat heavy.
Crystal Landon closed her eyes, waited for quite a while, and found he remained indifferent. Instantly displeased, she turned around, propped her little head, and asked, "Richard Shaw, do you have some hidden ailment?"
The air inside the room suddenly froze, the temperature dropped several degrees, the man’s breath was slightly heavy, his muscles tensed all over, and he said nothing.
Crystal Landon pouted, he truly was a wooden block. Grandma Shaw had always hoped she’d have a child soon. Thinking of the Shaw Family’s kindness, even if the two had no feelings, she still had to give the Shaw Family the next generation. After all, the Shaw Family had been single-line descendants for three generations. Richard Shaw’s generation had only him as the direct heir. Although the Shaw Family had many branches, they ultimately couldn’t be considered direct heirs.
In truth, Crystal Landon felt somewhat nervous inside. However, since the first time’s partner was such a handsome, cold, and strong man, she thought it was still worth a try.
Thinking of this, she immediately reached out to poke the man, moved closer to him, and whispered, "You’re so calm, perhaps you don’t know a woman’s worth."
Her words were barely finished when the originally stable man instantly erupted. His warm, rough hand seized her hand, and he said in a slightly heavy tone, "Is this what you’ve learned these past years? Instead of studying well in school, you’ve learned all this nonsense?"
"What are you doing?" Crystal Landon’s hand was about to be crushed by his large hand, her eyes rimmed red with pain, and she said, "You’re sick, aren’t you, Richard Shaw?"
"Why are you crying?" When Richard Shaw saw her quietly sobbing, he suddenly felt panic, wondering if he’d been too harsh. This girl had been pampered since childhood, especially indulged by grandma. If she went back to grandma to complain, he’d be in trouble.
Troublesome.
"Stop crying." The man’s rough hand was wiping her tears, yet she cried even harder with each wipe. Suddenly, not knowing what he was thinking, he pinned her down.
Things got a bit chaotic afterward. One wanted to stop her from crying, while the other was treated roughly, crying even more fiercely. The final outcome was that Crystal Landon bit him, stirring the man’s instincts, leading to an unstoppable culmination.
In the latter half of the night, Crystal Landon was utterly exhausted, having no strength left to bite him. She felt she didn’t suffer much loss; she couldn’t even count how many times she scratched Richard Shaw, or how many bites she gave. He was truly a damn bastard, a duplicitous person.
Richard Shaw also felt the night was long to the point of being almost unbearable. An unprecedented sensation made him delirious, nearly out of control, and ultimately, he only thought women are calamity.
