The Villainess Married The Evil CEO-Chapter 42: Now You Know How To Beg!

Abigail again hurried through the corridor and finally reached her husband’s door. She nearly slipped, but thankfully, she held onto the door handle and gasped for breath.

Damn it, she rushed so fast for him!

She quickly knocked at the door and waited for the man to open it. It seemed that Nicholas had no plans to open it from the inside. So the more Abigail waited, the more she turned anxious.

In the end, she knocked once again.

This time, the doorknob finally turned as the man opened it up from the inside. This time, another handsome image attacked her eyes, making her almost blind.

At this time, Nicholas was standing there shirtless with only a towel draped around his lower body. There were traces of water all over his chest as drops continued to trickle down his skin. And there was a hint of irritation on his face as he looked at her and asked, "What now?"

Oh, my God! Were these men trying to kill her?!

Abigail’s eyes widened as she brazenly stared at her husband’s body. She almost felt like she was turning to a slut if this continues on!

How come she became the kind of girl who lusted after two men at the same time?!

At this time, the door was suddenly shut right at her nose, making her blink in confusion. It seemed the man noticed her gaze and became even angrier.

Abigail pursed her lips before quickly remembering her purpose of coming here.

"Oh, right! Husband, open the door!"

Nicholas stayed silent as he threw the towel aside after wiping his body and started dressing up.

"Open up! I want to check up on your wound!"

Nicholas buttoned up his shirt and slid on his pants, finally dressed up normally.

"Husband!" Abigail’s voice was so high that even the staff members who walked through the corridor at the end heard her.

They all looked at her weirdly, and some people even stopped as if they were melon eating audience members, wanting to see what kind of drama would unfold. Suddenly, the door opened. And without any effort, a handsome but indifferent cold man stretched his hand and pulled the woman inside, shutting the door once again to their faces.

Others averted their eyes silently, doing their work in regret. Ah, they wanted to see a husband and wife fighting!

Inside the room.

Abigail looked at her husband fully dressed and realized something. Did he become shy after being stared at for a few seconds?

Her body filled with traces of excitement as she walked closer and asked, "Were you shy?"

Nicholas felt veins popping on his forehead.

So what if he became shy?! Was there anything wrong with it?!

No woman other than his mom looked at him shirtless! He had always been careful enough in front of the opposite gender, not showing his body at all. But when Abigail continued to make a scene outside, he had to open the door wearing only a piece of towel around his waist.

"You want to be kicked out again?" Nicholas had time and time again tried to kick this woman out of his life, but she still continued to stick to him like glue, God knows why. He was absolutely sick of her (not because he disliked the fact that Abigail focused more on Asher and not on his injury).

But Abigail was Abigail. Why would she let this chance go by? Her husband was finally feeling shy! Did the sun rise from the west?!

"No! First admit that you were shy!" Abigail giggled as she raised her finger and poked at her husband’s cheeks. "You really know how to feel shy, ah? How adorable!"

Nicholas finally had had enough. He held the woman’s wrist and dragged her toward the door.

At first, Abigail thought she would be kicked out. Thus she started struggling. But when they reached the door, he didn’t open it. On the contrary, her entire body was pushed against the hard wooden door as a groan slipped out of her mouth.

The man’s fingers grabbed her jaw and forced her to look him in the eyes. He coldly stared back and asked, "So, what were you saying?"

Oh, my God! Is this that legendary pushing against the door scene?!

Abigail’s eyes widened as she stared at the man. A sentence unknowingly blurted out of her mouth, "Ah, now you’re handsome!"

Nicholas’s eyes turned even colder. He would never believe this flickering woman’s words. She would first appreciate him and the next second, this damned woman would turn her tails and run over to his cousin, repeating almost similar words.

They were nothing but a bunch of handsome guys to feast on, that’s it. She didn’t really care about him.

As for that injury from earlier...

He believed this woman really feared blood. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have reacted so strongly knowing her mood swings.

Abigail’s heart jolted when she saw her husband’s cold and icy expression, glaring at her almost hatefully. Only now did she realize she said something wrong.

She coughed and said, "It hurts..."

She tried to act as pitiful as possible, but the man didn’t listen. His fingers tightened even more on her jaw, making her hiss. This time, it really hurt.

She struggled against his hard grip and said, "Nicholas, stop!"

When he didn’t, her eyes turned moist as she blinked and said in a begging voice, "Please... Stop..."

"Now you know how to beg." Nicholas’s voice was full of mocking as he spoke.

He let go and walked back into the room. He searched for something in the drawer and finally pulled out a cream. He directly threw it at the woman, who failed to catch it, making it fall flat on the ground.

"Apply it if you don’t want your face full of my finger marks."

Abigail rubbed her jaw and glared at her husband. She so wanted to yell and scream at her husband, but at the moment, fear escalated more. So she turned back and stormed off without even sparing a glance at the cream on the ground.

Nicholas simply buttoned up his sleeves with a calm expression. Then, as if feeling guilty, he glanced at the cream once before turning away, heading toward his laptop for work. There was still some time for the meeting. He might as well prepare for it.