paranoianovel Chapter 1273 - 1272: Is She Here to Brag About Her Man’s Skills in Bed?
Chapter 1273 - 1272: Is She Here to Brag About Her Man’s Skills in Bed?
Sophia Winton cried like the sky was falling. The Winton sisters already had a bad reputation in the circle for their haughtiness and arrogance, spending their days indulging in pleasures rather than pursuing any career. The Zamora Family considered a union with the Winton Family primarily for their status, but after the sisters caused a scene at a charity gala, Richard Shaw warned them, and the Zamora Family deliberated all night, ultimately deciding to call off the marriage.
No matter how promising the Winton Family might be, can they be more promising than the Shaw Family? The Shaw Family is a prestigious family that has endured through three generations despite hardships. Rather than marrying the brainless Sophia and offending the powerful, it was safer not to make this match.
Hence, the Zamora Family’s son, directed by his family, happily called Sophia to break up with her.
Serena Winton watched her sister crying messily and frowned, "Didn’t you always complain that the Zamora guy was fat? Isn’t not getting married exactly what you wanted?"
"But it can’t be him dumping me. How embarrassing would that be?" Sophia cried out. That fat slob Zhao Gang always fawned over her, but in the end, chickened out and dumped her at the slightest provocation. Though she didn’t like him, she found the situation annoying.
Serena, with a headache from her sister’s crying, said coldly, "Stop crying. In the end, it’s Leah Squire’s fault. Call Pearl Landon. If I’m not mistaken, Leah Squire might just be Crystal Landon."
Sophia’s mouth formed an ’O’, and she stopped crying, stuttering, "Crys... Crystal Landon? Sis, you must be joking."
"Hasn’t Pearl always wanted to return to Imperial City? Let her come over and check out Leah Squire’s true identity," Serena sneered.
*
Leah was woken up by Richard Shaw’s deep, sexy voice. The man leaned against the bedhead, making a phone call, wearing only a robe, exposing his sexy chest, while one arm was wrapped around Leah, and the other held the phone.
His long, firm leg pressed against hers, and her hand was trapped in his embrace. In short, she was held tightly in Richard’s arms, feeling extremely sleepy.
The bedroom was very dim, and she had no idea what time it was. Richard answered a few times in a deep voice, then hung up and turned over, pinning her beneath him again.
"Awake?" His voice was unusually deep, with a hint of joy, followed by a deep kiss.
Leah was truly out of energy. Last night, the man had been relentless. Only now did she realize how restrained Richard had been when they first got married. She’d said no so many times, yet in the end...
Leah turned her face away, trying to get up, but gasped in pain, feeling sore and swollen, unable to muster any strength.
The man immediately sensed her off mood, pressed a remote, and opened the curtain, flooding the bedroom with light. Seeing her face cold as she ignored him, he said with a slightly darkened expression, "I applied medicine for you."
He knew he had been too indulgent last night. Afterward, he cleaned her up and applied a thin layer of ointment, massaging her to ease the soreness, yet he still managed to anger her.
Leah snorted lightly, unable to get up, she turned slightly to grab her phone and check the time.
The man, seeing she wasn’t speaking, felt uneasy. Leah rarely got angry. When she did, she would ignore him, treating him as air, exuding a regal coldness.
The man, unsure how to cheer up a girl, just held her tightly, burying his head in her fragrant hair, apologizing in a low voice, "I’m sorry, I just couldn’t control myself."
Meeting her, even the best self-control crumbled. She was his darling girl, the one on his heart’s tip.
Seeing how apologetic the military district Major General, usually so imposing, was when he was helpless in public, Leah’s anger was mostly gone. Yet she still refused to acknowledge him to prevent him from becoming too arrogant in the future.
Men needed to be trained well. Leah thought of Delphine, who had a rather serene and indifferent nature, yet managed to tame someone as scheming and ruthless as Ignatius Leclair. Women shouldn’t be too nice to men.
"Move, I want to return to South Island." Leah said coldly.
His sturdy frame went rigid as stone. Lifting his head, he revealed a handsome, coldly determined face, responding calmly with patience, "Then I’ll arrange a private jet to take you back, but we should at least eat and pack your luggage first."
After speaking, Richard got up, released her, called hotel service, and helped her pack, like a gentle little wife.
Leah raised an eyebrow, got up to take a bubble bath, soaking her sore body in hot water, humming comfortably to herself, then grabbed her phone to send Delphine a message on WeChat.
"So angry."
Delphine had just finished lunch. Ignatius went to wash the dishes, and she sat on the soft sofa, phone in hand, replying to Leah.
"Did Major General Shaw upset you?" Delphine asked with a smile. She had heard from Ignatius about the Weibo incident. The man had too much free time recently, even posting on Weibo, making Warren Gray send legal letters, scaring the online trolls to near tears.
But she figured the Weibo matter wouldn’t really upset Leah. Leah was easygoing; usually, only those she deeply cared for could affect her mood. Recently in Imperial City, it had to be Richard Shaw getting on her nerves.
"You’re amazing, my sweet Delphine, that blockhead Shaw is bullying me." Leah attached a crying emoji.
Delphine couldn’t help but laugh, "Richard Shaw dares bully you? I think it’s you bullying him more often than not."
Richard couldn’t admire Leah enough, treating her like a queen.
"Am I that kind of person?" Leah said, a bit guilty. "You don’t know how excessive he was."
She then began angrily condemning Richard’s actions from the night before.
Seeing the nature of Leah’s complaint, Delphine’s face flushed. Honestly, she thought this kind of thing couldn’t be labeled bullying. Men often preferred expressing their fervent emotions in bed. Leah, appearing cold and aloof yet secretly fond of acting coy, would be irresistible to any man. Major General Shaw might just be a little more enthusiastic. Speaking of which, Ignatius could be quite overwhelming in bed too.
"Delphine, I’ve decided to ignore him, or when you return, all you’ll find is a skin-and-bones Leah." Leah pouted, acting cute.
Delphine hugged a pillow, eyes crinkling with laughter. Just as Ignatius finished washing dishes, he wiped his long, elegant fingers meticulously before sitting on the sofa, pulling her into his arms.
"Why does Leah Squire always chat with you?" Ignatius asked, somewhat displeased, narrowing his eyes. With all the rumors flying in Imperial City, did Leah still have time to chat with Delphine?
Delphine looked at him with her bright, clear eyes, then rolled them before returning to her message. However, Ignatius’ tall figure loomed over her, enveloped in his cold, pine scent. He kissed her deeply, smoothly taking her phone away, chuckling in his deep voice, "Sweetheart, it’s time for a nap. We shouldn’t bother with unrelated people."
"Let me finish my message. Leah’s not unrelated," Delphine said, eyes misty from the kiss, reaching for her phone.
Ignatius had intended to toss the phone aside, but his gaze unintentionally swept over the content, making him raise his brow, a leisurely cold smile gracing his lips. "Is she bragging about her man’s prowess in bed? Sweetheart, did you ever tell her you once couldn’t get out of bed for three days?"
Delphine: "..."