Chapter 39 Do You Like Me Or Do You Like Tristen?
No one responded.
Andy was still outside seeing off the quests. He wore a smile on his face as he escomed Mr. Guzman and Mr. Olson into the car. Mr. Guzman, Mr. Olson, our collaboration…”
Mr. Guzman chuckled as he looked at the injuries on his face, Mr. Collins, you should go see a doctor about your face first”
Several executives got into luxury cars and left.
Andy returned to the living room with a gloomy face. He approached Laney and said, Laney, is this what you did? You have completely ruined my reputation
The most unacceptable one is actually Laney. She still can’t understand why things have developed to this point, even though she had already planned everything
Laney pulled Andy’s sleeve and said, “Honey, listen to me, let me explain..* Andy pushed her away and grabbed his suit jacket before leaving “I never want to see you again!”
Andy left this home.
Laney had several scratches on her face and neck, and her complexion was pale. She had hoped to regain Andy’s affection through this opportunity, but she didn’t expect to push him further
away,
Laney looked at Alice, clutching at a lifeline, ‘Alice, listen to Mom’s explanation…” Alice heartlessly pushed Laney away and complained, Mom, what’s wrong with you lately? There’s not a single thing that satisfies me!”
Margaret!
It was all Margaret!
Laney was filled with resentment. Before Margaret came back, she was living a comfortable life. But after Margaret returned, nothing went well for her.
Margaret is her nemesis!
At this moment, Deacon ran over and knelt down in front of Laney with a ‘thud“. “Aunt, I’m sorry.”
Laney immediately grabbed Deacon by the collar and said, “Deacon, how on earth do you handle things? Why did the person in the room change from Margaret to Joselyn?”
Deacon struggled to recall, “Aunt, I can’t quite remember, but I do recall seeing Mr. Hawthorne, and then Joselyn entered. At that moment, I inhaled the intoxicating scent in the room, and desire consumed me. I couldn’t distinguish who was who.”
Alice stood up in shock and said, “What did you say? You said Samson also went into that room?”
No wonder she couldn’t find Samson.
Deacon nodded, “Yes.”
At that moment, Laney grabbed Alice and her eyes lit up as if she had thought of something. “Alice, hurry, go find Mr. Hawthorne!”
Alice was puzzled, “Why?”
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“Alice, Mr. Hawthorne entered that room, and he definitely inhaled the enchanting fragrance too! We haven’t lost yet, you go find Mr. Hawthorne now, tonight you will become Mr. Hawthorne’s woman!”
Alice’s eyes were also lit up, how did she not think of this?
Samson was enchanted by the fragrance, and he definitely needed a woman. He needed her very much now.
Alice bit her red lips. She and Samson hadn’t reached that stage yet. She knew very well that it was better not to let a man easily have a woman’s body before marriage, as it would diminish her value.
So she would dance seductively close to him, but she wouldn’t sleep with him.
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Tonight, he could have had her, but there was a condition he had to divorce Margaret.
Laney was right, they had not lost yet!
Alice left.
Laney smiled and said, “Margaret, do you think you won?”
No, as long as Samson still loved Alice, you would not win!
Westwood Villa.
Samson was taking a shower in the bathroom, and Margaret intended to leave.
Although he was enchanted by her fragrance, it seemed that he didn’t need her help, so she had no reason to stay here.
At that moment, a melodious ringtone sounded, she received a phone call,
It was Tristen who called.
Margaret answered the call and Tristen’s voice came through immediately, “Maggie, where are you? Tonight, I will take you to play racing.”
The door of the bathroom opened at this moment, and a handsome and tall figure emerged, enveloped in refreshing water mist. Samson had finished showering.
Samson was wearing black silk pajamas when he came out and heard Tristen inviting Margaret to play.
Margaret turned her head and saw Samson. She said to Tristen, “I will call you back later.”
Hanging up
the phone, Margaret looked at Samson and said, “Mr. Hawthorne, I am leaving first.”
Margaret reached out to grab her bag.
Samson’s soft voice sounded, with a hint of indifference, “Where are you going? Are you going out to play with Tristen?”
Margaret did not answer, she turned around and walked away.
However, Samson’s clearly articulated fingers reached out and grabbed her delicate, fair wrist.
Margaret paused, her body temperature now scorching.
The temperature of his fingertips felt so hot that it seemed to scorch her delicate skin. The cold shower just now not only failed to cool him down, but also made him even hotter.
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Margaret wanted to pull her wrist back, but Samson pushed her against the wall, “How far have you developed with Tristen? Did you sleep together?”
Snap!
Margaret dropped her phone directly onto the carpet, and it shattered into pieces.
The room was dimly lit, and his tall and strong male body pressed her gently against the wall as he asked if she had slept with other men.
Margaret’s slender figure trembled like butterfly wings, her watery eyes glaring at him with embarrassment and anger, “I won’t tell you!”
Samson tapped his handsome right cheek with his tongue and chuckled to himself.
He was enchanted by the aphrodisiac, but he thought he could resist it. However, just now, she seduced him with that look in her eyes, and the uncontrollable desire surged through his body instantly. Even taking a long cold shower in the bathroom didn’t help.
Now, she wants to go out and play with other men?
Samson looked at her exquisite little face, his gaze moving downwards and landing on her rosy lips.
He touched it with his fingers, “Do you like me kissing you, or do you like Tristen kissing you?*
Margaret,
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This lunatic!
Margaret raised her hand and pushed him, “Let go of me… Ugh!”
Samson leaned down and kissed her red lips.
Margaret’s black and white pupils sharply contracted, her mind went blank, and he unexpectedly forced a kiss on her.
He kissed her forcefully, pressing down heavily on her lips, and then pried open her teeth, conquering the fortress.
Margaret felt it hard to breathe, and she struggled with all her might, “Samson, don’t…”
At this moment, the sound of knocking on the door suddenly rang out, and the voice of the maid came from outside the door, “Sir, Alice has arrived.”
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