Become the Wife of A CEO

Isaac’s face paled. “That’s not what I mean, Mr. Kirkland.”

Brushing him off, Horace wheeled himself out of the warehouse.

When he got home, Clara was coming out from a shower in a towel. She was shocked to see Horace coming into the room.

“Ah-” Clara gave off a muted cry, and rushed back into the bathroom.

But Horace said casually, “There’s no need to hide. I have seen it anyway.”

Clara froze.

Although nothing ended up happening that night, Horace had indeed seen everything about her.

Clara’s face was burning. But feeling embarrassed to look coy, she walked out awkwardly and soon put on a gown before she ripped off the towel.

Horace watched Clara, whose body was still wet, with drops dripping down her shapely neck, her face flushed from the stuffiness in the bathroom, as yummy as a peach.

Horace gave a cough and then turned his eyes away.

He knew that she had slept with another man before, but his body responded by instinct every time he saw hers.

Damn it, he used to be such a compulsive freak for cleanness and purity.

But when it came to Clara, she seemed to be an exception.

Clara soon burrowed into the bed after putting on her pajama. She turned to him and said, “Aren’t you gonna shower?”

Horace soon came to himself and nodded. He rose from the wheelchair and entered the bathroom.

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The sound of splashing water soon came out form the bathroom. Clara was about to check her phone when the sound from the bathroom stopped and then Horace called her.

“Clara?”

Horace’s voice was very attractive. It was deep and a little husky, so her heart skipped a beat every time he called her name.

“Yes?” She soon got up from the bed.

“I forgot my underwear,” Horace continued to say, “Could you get it for me?”

Clara froze with her face blushing.

Got his underwear?

That was a very personal item…

“Are you in the middle of something?” Without hearing back from Clara, Horace asked, “Then I will just go out, is it OK?”

Clara pictured how hot he’d look like coming out of the shower, she then jumped off the bed. “No, I will get it for you. Where is it?”

Inside the bathroom, Horace stood by the door, smiling slightly, and said in a low voice, “In the bottom drawer of the closet.”

Clara opened the drawer and saw all the designer underpants in it. She closed her eyes and fumbled around before she got one. She then came to the door of the bathroom and knocked.

She expected Horace to open only a crack for her to slip it in, only to find that him had the door wide open.

The steam came out of the bathroom, and there emerged a hot and steamy man before Clara.

Although there had been some intimate contacts between them but it was first the time Clara had ever seen Horace naked.

His shoulders were broad, breasts sturdy, abs perfectly shaped and as white as marble, with two distinct mermaid lines running down the area covered by the towel…

Bam!

Clara felt as if her head had been fuming!

“Thanks.” Horace remained casual, contrasting with the nervous Clara. He took the underwear from Clara and then raised his eyebrow, “So you are a fan of this tight-fit style?”

Clara soon felt as if steam were blowing off her ears!

Looking down on her rosy cheeks, Horace found her extraordinarily cute and watched her as she closed the door.

When she’s back to her bed, Clara still felt her cheeks hot enough to boil eggs, so she then strolled through twitter to calm herself down.

But it didn’t take long before Horace came out. Too embarrassed to look at him, her eyes remained glued to her phone.

“Good night,” Horace whispered and turned off the light when Clara nodded her head.

Much to her embarrassment, she was unable to fall asleep.

Whenever she shut her eyes, she could see his sturdy body and the seemingly smiling face. She kept chanting her prayers to god to cool her pounding heart down.

As he heard the woman murmuring in the dark, there were many times Horace felt the urge to just have sex with her that night, but on second thoughts, he managed to repressed the urge.

A dish so yummy deserved the wait before he got to relish it.

The next morning.

Clara was woken up by her ringing phone.

When she opened her eyes, Horace wasn’t in the bed. She fetched her phone from the nightstand and saw the call from the hospital, and soon answered it.

“Hello, Ms. Selman, we’re calling to inquire about the ten-thousand dollars medical bill, and we have talked to you about it the other day. May we know when it will be paid?”

Clara felt an attack of headache.

She almost forgot the bill, and Darren had rejected the advance on salary she asked from him. How was she going to raise the money?

She assured the caller again and again that she would have the money to pay for the bill before she hung up the phone. Looking preoccupied, she went downstairs.

In the dining room, Horace was having breakfast, while Isaac was reporting to him on the investigation.

“Based on what we have found, the old man wasn’t lying. It was indeed set up by someone else, but he didn’t go through it. Some people got in the way”

“Who were they?”

Embarrassment flashed across Isaac’s face. “We don’t know yet.”

“You don’t know?” Horace raised his eyebrow.

He knew that Isaac was a very competent assistant, so if he couldn’t find them, that meant that they must have some usual background.

“Keep it up.” said Horace, “Who approached that man?”

“We have found some clues, there seemed to be a bribery and it should be easy to find out whom.”

Isaac nodded and suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and said hesitantly, “Well, also, Mr. Kirkland, during our investigation, we found that Mrs. Kirkland’s mother was likely to be seriously ill two years ago, and she has been in a comma since then.”

Horace was shocked for a moment with a colder look on his face. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Isaac felt wronged.

“That’s because you never asked us to investigate that, sir.” he thought to himself.

“What about the expenses?” It suddenly struck him. “That should be a huge bill after staying so long in the hospital.

“Yes, but she got the insurance after being a Stratmont’s permanent resident by marrying you. So it took some pressure off her, but the bill she still has to pay herself is not small.”

So medical insurance was the reason why she rushed into the marriage.

Horace realized that as he looked up and saw Clara coming downstairs. He beckoned Isaac to stop saying further. “Morning.”

Clara looked at Isaac in the dining room confusedly, “What were you guys talking about?”