The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 3 Anger

Cheryl Young’s eyes turned seductive instantly. Julian Shaw actually had a kink for that. Without hesitation, she gave it all she had.

Despite the woman's alluring moans, Julian showed n o response at all.-

There was no way Susan Shelby was a generous wife who did not care about anything. As a result, he wanted to see what her limit was!

Outside the door, Susan heard the woman moaning in the bedroom. Her face was so red that she felt as if it was on fire while her hands were gripping her clothes uncomfortably.

Did Julian intentionally make her stand at the door to hear that?

In the public eye, the goddess was cold and classy, hence Susan did not expect her voice to be so alluring. Even as a woman herself, she could not stand it.

'Julian Shaw, you lucky b*stard!'

After a while when she had gone numb from listening, the door suddenly burst open. Julian was dressed in a loose bathrobe and seemed to be smirking at Susan.

"Julian, your servant is really obedient. She really stood here for so long without question." Cheryl leaned on Julian as though she had been sapped of all

her strength.

He naturally held her by the waist, but his eyes were fixed on Susan who looked obedient as ever, just like a quiet lake without a trace of a wave. 3

Julian suddenly felt despair wash over him. This woman really was not concerned about him at all. Therefore, it did not matter how many girlfriends he had and who he brought home. If it was not for Mom, i t would not even matter if he did not go home!

All that made his heart cold.

Even though they had been married for a year, her heart only had room for Luke Jenkins since the beginning. Julian, on the other hand, was nobody to her! 4

All of a sudden, he tightened his grip around Cheryl’s waist.

Cheryl felt discomfort but dared not make a sound. All she did was look at him in confusion.

"Baby.” Julian looked at her deeply as the corner of his lips curled into a shallow curve. "I probably went too hard with you just now. This servant of mine has a pretty good massage technique. Why don't you let her try helping you relax?"

"Sure, whatever you say.” Cheryl broke into a sweet smile.

"I..." Susan lifted her head suddenly.

'Julian Shaw, is it necessary to treat me like a

servant? After all, I'm your wife!’

She could be generous and not care about his private life, but she would not stoop so low as to serve his lover!

"Are you refusing to?" Julian glared at her with a burning rage that was suppressed beneath his gaze.

Susan clenched both of her fists tightly and then let them go abruptly. She gave a faint smile. "It's my honor to serve Miss Young."

"Very well." Julian snickered.

On the sofa, Cheryl lay on her belly, exposing her silky smooth back which Susan started to lightly massage.

"It's too soft. I can't feel anything," Cheryl mumbled lazily.

In response, Susan massaged with harder pressure.

"Are you planning to hurt me with such force?" Cheryl suddenly shouted.

"S-sorry." Susan softened her pressure.

Cheryl stared at her with dissatisfaction then said to Julian flirtatiously, "Julian, your servant’s technique isn't that great. I'll recommend you a few good masseuses."

Julian lifted his head and looked at Susan. "Did you hear that? Miss Young says that your technique isn't great. Continue to massage without stopping. As long a s she isn’t satisfied, you'll continue massaging her."

"Sure." Susan gritted her teeth and her movements became cautious.

Cheryl chuckled. "Julian, is this too troublesome for your servant?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as you feel comfortable, then consider that her contribution." Julian winked.

"You're so good to me." Cheryl looked at him gratefully.

Previously, Julian had never touched her which made her wonder if he was not satisfied with her in any way. Now, to her delight, he seemed to still pamper her.

"Of course, you're my baby," Julian responded with a flirtatious smile.

"You terrible flirt!"

The exchange of words between those two was intense.

Susan lowered her head and just kneaded away.

10 minutes passed, then 30, and eventually, an entire hour passed.

An hour of massaging made Susan's fingers so sore that they became numb. As long as Cheryl did not stop her, she dared not stop.

Although her fingers were numb to the point that they could no longer move, she gritted her teeth and continued slowly anyway.

Despite talking to Cheryl, Julian had his eyes on Susan the entire time. Looking at how defiant she was triggered a fit of unspeakable anger in him.

Why did this woman need to be so stubborn?

Could she not even ask for leniency?

At the sight of the sweaty beads that formed on Susan’s forehead, Julian felt a tinge of regret.

He was only angry at her apathy and wanted to teach her a small lesson. However, his heart ached at the sight of how strained she looked.

Nevertheless, he could not retract what he said.

'Can't that damned Cheryl see with her own eyes?

Why can’t she tell Susan to stop after so long?

'Also, Susan Shelby, how could you be so obedient? Won't you stop if Cheryl doesn't tell you to?’ Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Susan's fingers had lost all sensation of touch as she continued to move numbly. Suddenly, her hands shook and her nails scratched Cheryl's back.

"Argh!" Cheryl let out a shriek.

"S-sorry," Susan apologized in distress.

Slap!

Susan’s head swung to the side.

Cheryl Young had actually just slapped her without hesitation!

Julian was stunned. He caught hold of Cheryl's arm while looking at her with inky-black pupils as though there were golden flames in them and demanded," What are you doing?"

His gesture was rough and it hurt Cheryl, but she dared not make a sound!

She had never seen such Julian being so frightening before. His gaze was like a dangerous beast looking at its prey.

Why? Why would he be so angry?

Cheryl pondered. Could it be because of the slap she gave that woman? She was only a servant!

Cheryl collected herself, then complained gently," Julian, my...her nails scratched my back. You know that I have to bare my back for tomorrow's advertisement. If there's a scar, I...I won't be able to do that! I was just anxious just now..."

"You say you were anxious?" Julian turned to look at Susan who remained in her initial position without moving a muscle.

All of a sudden, he felt a wave of unexplained emotions surge within him. He glared coldly at Cheryl, "If that's the case, you don't have to go for the shoot tomorrow, so you don't have to be anxious."