"Don't worry. I'll carry you to our bedroom." Samuel said with a wicked smile, which made Ella want to kick him.
She was thinking about how she needed to resume work as soon as possible. Her knife wound was healing well, and soon she would be back to working.
Also that she needed to be careful, because the paparazzi were everywhere, waiting to take pictures of her in compromising situations, such as the one she was in at the moment.
Ella closed her eyes and rested her head against Samuel's chest whilst he opened the gate and carried her to the second floor.
He put Ella down after they entered the room.
But Ella was too weak to stand, staggering forward, placing her hands on Samuel's chest.
"Throwing yourself on me? Yes, I like it." He said it with a flirtatious tone which made Ella want to hit him.
"No. Take your mind out of the gutter. Haven't you had enough? I'm going to bed."
Going to bed? Samuel hadn't been satiated enough in the car, and there was no way he could let his hot wife go to bed without going for another round.
He pushed Ella up against the door and kissed her passionately.
Ella hated to admit, but he truly was good kisser. Her body was set on fire and she finally gave in to him.
Soon, the room filled with their passionate moans and groans, as they made love into the night.
Ella was woken up from her slumber when her phone rung. Groggy, she picked it up and heard Samuel's voice.
Confused, she glanced at the clock and was surprised that it was noon.
"Hello."
She only said one word, but it was enough to know that her voice was hoarse. Samuel smiled when he recalled how Ella acted in bed last night.
"Honey, it's time for lunch."
Ella hated to be called honey. She heard the word tons of times last night, and was tired of it.
"Samuel, don't call me hone
It all starts on that fateful night.
When Ella, who is the dear sister of Samuel’s best buddy, sneaks into the hotel where the drunken Samuel resides and gets pregnant…
"I don’t want a divorce!"
"I don’t want a divorce!"
"I did no such thing!"
Ella jumped on the bed and cried out. “I don’t want a scheming woman as my wife. Just sign the paper...
beauty like Ella deserved such exclusive cosmetics.
Besides, the expense was just a drop in the ocean for him.
"Samuel..."
"Ella, you are my wife. It's my duty to buy you everything you want." He'd be glad to do everything for her.
Ella was touched by what he said.
"Thank you, Samuel. But I want to buy them myself next time. Is that okay?" "Okay." Samuel always frittered away his money.
Ella, as his wife, decided that it is necessary for her to try and manage their money and make sure that he wasn't spending too much on useless things, since they had two kids to support, even though Samuel didn't know he had a daughter. He always wanted to have a daughter. Jane would be the apple of his eye after Samuel got to know the truth.
But Ella still worried that he might ignore Jerry after he knew about Jane.
Even though Samuel never talked about it, she could sense he loved Jerry very much.
Ella guessed he wouldn't ignore Jerry. After all, Jerry was his son.
"You are my wife and you are the boss."
The front doorbell chimed again as they were talking over the phone.
Ella went to the gate and it turned out to be the courier again. But this time, there were lots of packages with him.