A Contract Marriage With My Boss novel Chapter 8

Sarah had never worn such clothes before, so she was hesitant as to whether it was suitable to go out and meet Charles in this dress.

From the outside, Charles asked, "Sarah, are you ok? Why not come out?"

Sarah responded, "Ah, I'm ok." Then she opened her wardrobe and found a shawl. Although the color didn't match, it was a good way to cover her skin. Wearing the shawl, she dared to open the door and go out.

To her surprise, Charles had prepared a candlelit dinner for her. The candle, the red wine, the music, all reminded her of a scene in a romantic film.

Sarah was in shock, saying, "This is unbelievable. I am so surprised that you have prepared all of this!"

Noticing that Sarah had emerged with a shawl on her shoulder, Charles was a little disappointed and asked, "Why are you wearing a shawl? Don't you want me to see you in this dress?"

Sarah walked towards him, awkwardly and answered, "I'm just not used to it."

Charles looked at her but didn't ask her more. They sat together, drank the red wine, ate the birthday cake and chatted. Sarah didn't know why Charles's eyes looked so gentle and sexy tonight. His gaze made her want him badly. She didn't know how to avoid his soulful eyes, just holding his cup and drinking.

"Sarah, you are not so good with your drink. Perhaps you shouldn't drink too much, eat some cake." Charles suddenly sat beside her, with one hand holding her gently, and the other feeding her cake.

Sarah looked into his eyes and ate the cake as her face turned red. Charles suddenly moved in close to her and ate the cake crumbs on her lips. Then he smiled and said affectionately, "You eat like a little cat."

Sarah lowered her head, a little embarrassed. Charles took his cup again and drank with her. Sarah couldn't stop thinking how tonight was just so beautiful, like a fairy tale that she wanted to enjoy every minute of with him.

However, how could Sarah truly know Charles's intentions? Charles was a big wolf, and Sarah was Little Red Riding Hood. How could she possibly fight against the big wolf?

"Yes," Charles answered. He kissed her, unfastened her bra strap and stared at the half-naked woman who was lying in front of him. He also felt hot all over. "Sarah, we can move to the bedroom," he said lightly.

Without Sarah agreeing to this, he picked her up and quickly walked to the bed. She twisted her body a little halfway. Whether she was uncomfortable or wanted to revolt, he didn't know. Charles hurried to put her on the bed and began to kiss her again.

When Sarah felt the soft bed, she seemed to sober up. "Charles, where are we?" she asked suddenly.

"Do you love me?" said Charles, avoiding her question.

Sarah was still in a daze. She didn't know how to reply to him. Noticing her state of drowsiness, Charles kissed her passionately. Soon, her skirt was halfway off, and her bra was sliding off her shoulders. He felt like he was going crazy. He missed this woman day and night, and now she was lying in front of him, charming and beautiful.

Charles leaned over her, touched her, and said, "Sarah. Sarah, can I have you?"