The Villainess Married The Evil CEO-Chapter 181: Eject....

Abigail’s entire face turned blushing red and the traces of it even reached the tips of her ears. She instantly jumped to the ground and belatedly realized that she was still naked and that her breasts bounced once again, making Nicholas’s eyes turn even more intense.

She instantly found a blanket, covering herself up from head to toe, still blushing like crazy. In the process, her breasts looked even more enchanting to Nicholas’s eyes as he stood there, leaning against the door with his hand on his pockets, staring at her like some hungry beast.

"I.... I.... I’ll go back...."

And after that, Abigail didn’t even turn around and rushed toward the bathroom without glancing at the man even once. She was in such a hurry that her blanket ended up getting stuck at the door so hard that she stood there, anxiously trying to pull it out.

She now only had one choice left: to leave the blanket and go inside naked. But she also had to shut the door of the bathroom!

Ah, what should she do?

If she wasn’t so anxious, she wouldn’t have been able to keep herself stuck in this kind of situation. Actually, taking out the blanket was easy as long as she walked a bit toward the bed, but since she was in a hurry and constantly glanced at Nichoals’s direction to see whether he was still staring at her hungrily or not, she couldn’t think straight.

Thus, the blanket ended up getting torn from the part that was stuck to the door. Before she could realize, Nicholas sighed and walked toward her.

Abigail’s heart jumped to her chest as she looked at the man with widened eyes.

Oh no.... He is coming!

No no no no no, please, don’t come closer!

Please don’t come closer!!!!!

She hesitated for a while and gritted her teeth, instantly dropping the blanket to the ground, revealing her smooth and beautiful naked body to her husband once again.

Nicholas hadn’t expected her to do this. He only wanted to help her nicely, but seeing her naked form once again....

Traces of desire burned in his heart as he grabbed her hands. He looked at her with his intense stare as he said hoarsely, "Abigail, you really have no shame. Don’t you remember what happened last night?"

Remembered, of course, she remembered! Ah, how could this happen to her once again?! Her bottoms were still sore from the previous night! How could he grab her wrist once again?!

She stared at the man with a hint of surprise in her eyes as she blushed even more. Her lips parted as she tried to speak, but for some reason, she just couldn’t. Her entire body seemed rooted to the ground as she continued to stare at him.

Nicholas’s eyes darkened even more. He simply tore off the blanket, kicked it outside the room, and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Then without further ado, he pulled her in his arms as his hands snaked her waist, gently massaging her butt. Then shamelessly, he put both of his hands on her buttcheeks as he stared at her and said, "Now this is your fault. You should have realized a long time ago that this was my office, and I could come any minute."

"Let me-" Before Abigail even had a chance to refuse, the man had already leaned in and captured her lips with his own, kissing her with a trace of urgency. His hand went up and down her back as if he were trying his best to hug her.

Her entire full breasts pressed against his chest, making her heart skip a beat as she tried to back away only to have her head pressed against the man, deepening the kiss.

What else could Abigail do? She only whimpered as she closed her eyes, silently enjoying the feeling of his lips on her mouth and his hands roaming about around her body. This time, they had a few more rounds during the shower as Nicholas forgot entirely about his work and did some exercises in the shower, having unprotected sex once again.

A few days of peace, sex, romance, and love passed just like that. These days, whenever Abigail faced her husband, he would only rush after her, pushing her against a solid surface and have her right then and there like some hungry beast.

This was when Abigail truly realized that she should never have woken up a sleeping beast. For they were the worst when they woke up from their deep sleep.

Of course, that wasn’t the only thing that had happened during these few peaceful days. Rebecca, who had been silent after getting rid of Asher, packed her bags and traveled to country A.

Since she had already been there for a while, she had purchased a house there to make it easy for her to stay in both places. After reaching that place, she put her bags in the living room and went to the shower.

When she finally undressed and looked into the mirror, she stared at the deep, brownish mark on her stomach, right above her navel. It made her look ugly and indicated something that had happened.

Whenever her eyes glanced at that mark, Rebecca’s entire aura would turn dark.

She caressed that mark indifferently as she sneered and walked closer. She put her hand onto the surface of the mirror as if she were trying to caress the face. Then, without giving a single hint of what she was about to do, she instantly hit the mirror with her hands, shattering the glass to the ground. It made a crisp sound as it fell to the ground and shattered everywhere, even sticking to her feet, but she hardly cared.

For this body was useless anyway.

She walked over the broken pieces of glass and went toward the tub, filling it up with traces of water. Then she opened her system and selected a button, saying, "Eject."

After pressing it, the system turned on the transparent window, showing a progress bar that slowly started from zero.

Then she picked up a broken piece of glass that was stuck to her foot and directly pulled it out. She hissed because of the pain, but she didn’t care about it anymore.

She only entered the water as it filled with blood because of her foot injury and sat down. Her entire face still remained expressionless and indifferent as she raised the piece of glass and slashed her wrist, throwing it aside.

The progress bar was still going on steadily and reached a hundred as soon as she cut off her wrist. Slowly, Rebecca died.

As soon as she died, the deep brownish mark on her stomach disappeared without a trace. Along with that, even the transparent window that was in front of her also disappeared.