webnovel

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 · สมัยใหม่
Not enough ratings
796 Chs

376: Older sister is not that fragrant _2

"Uh————."

Amelia Cobb's incessant chatter suddenly stopped as Christopher Robinson held her waist and put her on the cabinet by the door.

In an instant, he became the dominating one.

The atmosphere was heated in the midnight, the man's warm palm gently stroked Amelia's slender waist back and forth. The heat from his hand was like a spirit just warmed up, warming and soothing wherever it touched.

As they gasped heavily, Amelia gently pushed Mr. Robinson away, her breathless voice laced with restraint: "Stop seducing me."

The man hugged her, a sigh brushing against her ear, "My dear, who's seducing who here?"

Amelia, somewhat dazed from the kiss, leaned against Mr. Robinson's neck, panting.

The man gently kneaded her palm.

A few minutes later, presumably unable to resist the carnal desire, the man whispered softly, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

...

Inconvenience?

Indeed, it was quite so.

Amelia collapsed on the bed, Mr. Robinson wiping her palm with a warm towel.