A Contract Marriage With My Boss novel Chapter 100

Charles drove the car to the garage and locked the door before he walked inside. Sarah was sitting arrogantly on the sofa, watching TV without looking at him.

Charles got angrier when he saw her ignoring him. Fetching himself a can of beer, he sat beside her to drink it and watch TV, ignoring her too. They both remained in silence, deliberately.

Sarah was watching her usual TV show, but Charles deliberately turned to a sports channel to watch the football match which Sarah hated most. Sarah looked at him with cold eyes. Charles, however, was laughing out loud, watching the game while drinking his beer.

Sarah finally can’t stand it anymore, but she was unwilling to fight with him, so she went upstairs to take a shower and go to sleep.

After watching for an hour, Charles also came upstairs. After taking a shower, he saw Sarah was lying on the bed. Sarah had heard him coming and rolled over curled up in the quilt, ignoring him.

Charles glanced at her. There was no quilt left for him. He gently called out: “Sarah!”

But Sarah didn’t answer him. “Where is my quilt?” He asked, a little angry.

Why don't you sleep in the guest room? Sarah thought to herself. There are many quilts in this house!

Charles was unwilling to let it go. He wouldn’t give up his bed so quickly and sleep in the guest room! Staring at her for a while, he suddenly kneeled on the bed and started to tear her quilt off her.

Sarah wouldn’t let go either. She struggled to keep the quilt over her, but as usual, he was stronger than her since he regularly exercised and had a muscular body. How could she win against him? Charles won her easily.

Sarah sat up in bed, her hair hanging all messy over her face from the struggle. "Charles, what are you doing?” She yelled.

Seeing her messy look, he started laughing, which made Sarah even angrier, and she pulled again to get her quilt back. Charles, however, was quicker than her. He lay down on the bed, holding the quilt tightly with his body.

Sarah thought him very childish. Kicking his buttock around, she yelled, “Charles, Charles. Get up!”

Charles didn’t move at all, no matter where she kicked. Protected by the quilt, her kicks were not painful. Instead of becoming angry as Sarah expected, he became pleased to see that Sarah was so mad at him.

As Sarah became angrier, they both started to grab the quilt again, neither willing to give in. Finally, Sarah climbed onto him to pull it.