Chapter 65 You Ripped My Clothes
Isabella was taken aback by the question.
After a while, she blinked and looked at him. "What do you want to gain from here?"
Sebastian replied, "There doesn't seem to be anything specific."
"Honey," Isabella began, resorting to her most charming tactics, as they say men fall for it, "please help me. It's not a difficult task... And I would be so happy if both Emily and I could work at Lawrence Group!"
Sebastian's fingers twirled around her hair as he remained silent.
She glanced around, thinking he wanted to hear that sweet and charming voice, it was a piece of cake.
Leaning against his shoulder, Isabella squeezed her voice, making it seductive enough to produce drops of water. "Darling~ Please, pretty please~ I know you'll definitely agree~"
As someone who graduated from the broadcasting department, any voice was within his range.
It was just a matter of whether Isabella wanted to or not.
Being this close to Sebastian now, leaning on his shoulder and speaking with such a tone in his ear, even a man would become weak.
He turned his head slightly. "Alright."
Isabella asked with anticipation, "You agreed, right?"
"I feel that's not enough." Suddenly, he tightened his hold around her waist and stood up.
Isabella exclaimed, instinctively wrapping herself tightly around him to avoid falling.
But after making this move, she felt embarrassed. "You... you..."
"Did you see that resting room?"
"I did..."
What was he planning to do?
Sebastian lowered his head, his nose touching hers. "That bed, no woman has ever slept on it."
Isabella nervously stuttered, "It's daytime now..."
"Who says it can’t be done in the daytime?"
"This is the company... the office..."
"My office, I can do whatever I want."
With that, he deliberately brought himself closer, letting her truly feel him.
Isabella stammered even more, "Why are you..."
"I've been restraining myself for two days." Sebastian bit her lightly, his voice magnetic and low. "You should have recovered between that night and today. "
Only then did Isabella understand that these past two nights, he had been well-behaved and completely different from before. Suddenly, he had become a proper gentleman.
So, he had been waiting for her to recover...
He still paid so much attention to details and was so considerate.
"Hold on tight." Sebastian patted her and walked towards the resting room with big strides. "Mrs. Lawrence."
Isabella not only had to cling to him like a koala, but she also had to hook her arm around his neck. She was still struggling, on the verge of collapsing. "You... you're serious?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
She glanced at the door. "You... you... didn't lock it..."
"No one dares to intrude."
Sebastian kicked open the door to the resting room and closed it with a flick of his foot.
Isabella...
He placed her on the big soft bed, and his body almost immediately covered hers.
So impatient...
Compared to the first time, Isabella wasn't as afraid. She looked at the handsome face of the man in front of her, his long nose and distinct features... and she closed her eyes.
She should be satisfied, but greedy people... won't live happily ever after.
On the floor, the man's suit and the woman's dress and high-heeled shoes were scattered everywhere.
This time, Sebastian still didn't take any protective measures.
Amidst the extreme pleasure, Isabella could sense that something seemed to be slowly taking root and sprouting.
Isabella begged for mercy with tears, leaving scratch marks on his back with her nails.
Finally, she understood what Sebastian meant when he said he spared her the last time.
She had no strength left in her body, allowing him to do as he pleased. Sweat soaked her hair, making her sticky all over.
"Bella..." In her dizziness, she heard Sebastian calling her like that, "Bella..."
His gentle voice was like a vortex that completely sucked her in.
She opened her eyes and locked gazes with Sebastian. His eyes were deep and bottomless, even amidst the chaotic passion, he remained slightly conscious and calm.
Isabella disliked him like this.
Why did he seem so detached at this moment?
He was the one who should be the harshest.
She pulled his head down and kissed him proactively. She wanted him to be unable to resist!
Sebastian's breath... suddenly became erratic.
In the end, it seemed like fireworks bloomed before Isabella's eyes, and then she fell into a deep sleep.
There was a peculiar smell in the air, as well as the heavy breath of a man, yet his eyes were as gentle as water.
Sweat dripped from his temples, and his skin turned red.
Sebastian lowered his head and kissed Isabella's back.
Then, he raised his hand and touched her flat abdomen, smiling with a sense of satisfaction.
Isabella was extremely exhausted, sleeping in total darkness, and finally... she was awakened by hunger.
Her stomach growled, but without pulling the curtains in the lounge, she didn't know what time it was now.
She felt sore all over, weak and hungry, feeling wronged.
Because Sebastian had forced her at the time... using that tender voice, saying so many shameful words!
Isabella got up, enduring discomfort, and picked up her dress from under the bed... but it was torn to pieces by that beast Sebastian, she couldn't wear it anymore.
What should she do, hhh!
She walked to the door and gently opened it, just a small crack, but she heard several people talking outside, which frightened Isabella, so she quickly closed it again.
She didn't pay attention to how forcefully she closed it, so her voice was a bit loud.
Several executives looked over... Was Mr. Lawrence's office occupied by someone else?
Sebastian had already dressed neatly, not a hair out of place. He looked fresh and relaxed.
He calmly said, "My wife was taking a nap, I suppose she just woke up."
As soon as the others heard this, they quickly understood and made excuses to leave, one by one.
Once everyone was gone, Sebastian also got up and made his way to the lounge.
As he pushed open the door, he saw Isabella standing in front of the wardrobe, completely undressed, reaching for a shirt hanging inside.
Startled by the sudden opening of the door, she trembled and didn't know whether to hide or cover herself first.
Sebastian's gaze darkened, and his throat tightened. "What are you doing?"
This scene... indeed made it hard for a man to control himself.
"Putting on clothes!" Isabella replied with frustration. "You did it, you should take responsibility... You tore my clothes apart. Now I have nothing to wear, so I'll have to make do with yours."
As she spoke, she quickly grabbed a random shirt and turned around, facing away from Sebastian, hurriedly putting it on.
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