Contract Marriage With Mysterious President novel Chapter 33

The sudden kiss freaked Amy out. But as soon as she smelled Richard, she stopped struggling.

Richard held Amy up in his arms and ran toward the bedroom immediately. Amy hung from him like a rag doll, completely at his mercy.

Richard felt satisfied and pressed on top of her, kissing and caressing her gently.

She had fair white smooth skin. Richard was so aroused that he couldn’t stop.

They both reached their climax. Richard let off all his anxiety and anger, and immediately fell asleep. However, Amy was so upset for the quarrel yesterday that she couldn’t get over it.

Now Richard noticed that Amy was not herself but he chose to leave her alone. After all, they meant to divorce in a couple of years, so he simply didn’t give her much hope.

Richard stood up, ready to go back to his own bedroom. Amy sat up as well. Groping in the dark, she opened the drawer to grab her medicine bottle. She then took a pill.

Stephen was seen out. Cherishing hope in her heart, Amy prayed every single day for her father’s recovery. Lately she had worked overtime to deal with her tasks.

She would not step into the president’s office unless she had to. It’s really weird for her to stay with Richard. Yet someone made her no choice even if she wanted to hide.

“Amy, submit this file to the president’s office.” A sultry woman came over and threw a thick stack of papers at Amy.

“Zoe, I’m sorry but I’ve got a lot of other things to do. Could you please just let someone else do it?” Amy pointed at her mountain-like papers stacking beside her.

She would do anything that others asked as long as not going to Richard’s office.

But why did she still need to go there anyway? She really wanted to refuse this time.

Zoe’s lips crumpled and then she said, “Can’t let that happen. This file is really important so you should go there right now. The president said that you speak three languages. So you can help him anytime, and you have to do that.”

Actually, Zoe should have delivered the files and she just dressed herself up. Everyone knew that Richard Carter, the most famous rich handsome man in this city, was able to better any woman’s life if he fancied her. A lover would be really nice, left alone being his wife.

However, she got an order to deliver the files. This task had already upset Zoe, yet Amy wanted to reject the real plum that all women ever dreamed of.

Every person in the office mastered one or two foreign languages. Amy just couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong with Richard. He did this only to insult her.

But what could she do? She had to accept her fate. After all, she worked for him to make her living.

Amy made up her mind, stood up and picked up the stack of papers. Zoe compared her boobs with Amy’s by glancing at them, and then suddenly walked away.

Up here at the thirtieth floor, Amy casually tidied herself up. She wore a white shirt and a black skirt today, pretty formal but still hot.

This charming Amy would belong to him for two years and others must not covet her. As for two years from now, Richard had not gone that far yet.

“Come a little bit closer,” Richard told her so.

Amy looked at him but stayed still because she had already stood right before him. If she moved forward, she would sit on his thighs.

And Richard finally realized that Amy should really stay there.

“You go and get me a cup of warm water, not too cold, not too hot. Go ahead, and then we'll discuss the materials you brought.” Richard pointed at his cup.

Amy saw his cup was really empty, so she didn't think much about it. She took the cup and went to fill it with water.

A few seconds later, Amy walked over next to Richard and handed him the water. Richard didn't look at her, but just reached out his hand. He didn't pay attention for one second, the water spilt out onto Amy. The white shirt got wet, and all the black lace inside was revealed.

“Ah,” Amy screamed. What could she do to fix this? The white shirt was clinging to her body, easily seen through. She quickly covered her boobs.

At this moment Richard finally looked up at Amy, his heart beating fast. The clinging white shirt made her more fascinating. Richard kept staring at her breasts, almost drooling.