“Nope. Before your injury gets better, let’s just sleep.” She then lifted his leg with the cast on the bed and had him lie down before she went to the other side of the bed to switch off the lights in preparation for sleep.
In the dark, the man pulled her into his embrace and was upset as he said, ‘I’m going to have the cast removed tomorrow.” “No, you won’t. Don’t be so stubborn,” she lectured him.
“The experts online are unreliable anyway.” Richard retorted. “No means no.” Angela rejected him outright and pried his arms open.
“Angela… Your husband is finding it very hard to resist,” Richard begged her. As expected, when the mood came, a man would often lose control.
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With such a beautiful woman in my arms, am I still a man if I could resist this? At that moment, he wanted to beat up the so called expert who ruined everything.
Insistent, Angela did not want him to sustain further injuries as she wanted to leave everything until his leg recovered.
After trying many times but to no avail, Richard could only go to sleep. He was actually quite fatigued, for he had not been eating or sleeping well these days. Lying beside his wife-to-be, he found himself completely relaxing with drowsiness taking over him.
Angela also fell asleep as the two woke up in each other’s embrace the next day afternoon, where she accompanied Richard to the hospital for the check up. The doctors told him that the fracture still needed to be set by the cast for a few more days and that he should not walk around.
Two years ago, Daphne had already prepared an apartment for Angela as a betrothal gift. It was a penthouse in the best area of the city. However, she did not move in as she was single all those while.
Now, Angela had her servants clean the place up because she wanted to move in. Although Richard was by no means poor, his job required him to be abroad most of the time, so he did not have a permanent settlement in the country.
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