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Mr. Fu's Wife Reincarnated

International negotiator, Evelyn Cobb, was framed and killed. After waking up, she found herself in the body of a newly engaged female college student. When she first confronted her fiance, Christopher Robinson, his tone was cold and aggressive. "If you're obedient, you can stay. If you're not, I'll leave you." When she next confronted him, it was on stage during the International Collegiate Debate Competition at Capital University. She looked at Christopher Robinson, the judge below the stage, and asked in a firm voice, "Mr. Fu, what is marriage to you?" "It is all about mutual benefits," Christopher Robinson answered. Rumor had it that Christopher Robinson, the prince of the business world, married a beautiful wife. Little did he expect his wife to hold a knife to his throat on their wedding night. "In 2009, Evelyn Cobb, an international negotiator, went to Emarica for negotiations with her team. Their plane crashed on the way back. Did you have anything to do with it?" Christopher Robinson's heart shuddered. His suspicions had been confirmed. He looked helplessly at Evelyn Cobb. "I was behind it." Before getting married, she was a pawn on his chessboard. After getting married, she became a medicine he couldn't stop taking. There were rumors that the Jiang family's youngest daughter had no talent. Huh? How should I act? Evelyn Cobb thought. [From being indifferent to being absolutely obsessed with you. The female lead is smart and talented. Step by step, she's getting closer to the truth behind her death.] Conception: Loving yourself is the prerequisite for being loved by someone else.

Li Buyan · 都市
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796 Chs

335: Has anyone ever told you that I love you_1

After their intertwining came to an end, Amelia Cobb lay on the bed, her whole body's bones clamoring and singing loudly.

All of her organs squeezed together to fight for a little bit of fresh air.

Christopher Robinson lay next to her, his arms folded behind his head, his body filled with post-coital satisfaction, a stark contrast to Amelia who felt completely drained.

The man's hand roamed over the small of her back, tracing the curve of her waist all the way to her hips, and then from the other side down to her waistline again, his movements teasing and seductive, occasionally pausing on her round buttocks.

He looked so leisurely, as if he were toying with a rare and precious treasure.

Amelia lay on the bed, allowing him to tease her.

With more air coming in than going out, preserving her life was the most urgent matter at hand.

Christopher's gloom of the last few days disappeared completely, like a vampire who had gone a long time without blood suddenly having a feast.