The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Fast Learner

"Oh..." Margaret murmured. "Surely you can’t do that."

"Have you done farm work before, King?" Walter asked.

I wiped my mouth with the napkin and pushed to my feet. "No, but I’m a fast learner."

There was a moment of silence before Catherine broke it, smirking more than usual.

"Yes, he is, and he’s offering to help so... let him."

"Catherine, you can’t have your boss working at the farm; that doesn’t seem right," Margaret said.

"He offered."

~☆~

The weather was hot.

I had taken off my coat and suit, in the middle of rolling my sleeves, when I saw Catherine coming, wearing denim shorts and a shirt, her hair in a high ponytail.

"What?" She asked when I couldn’t stop staring.

I tilted my head as I eyed her milky thighs. I could already picture them wrapped around my waist.

Catherine pushed the clothes she held to me. "I don’t think it’s wise to wear a million-dollar shirt, pants, Rolex, and shoes worth a fortune carrying hay and scooping cow poop."

"You’re oddly amused by this," I remarked.

"Am I?" She tilted her head with a thinking face. "Nah, I don’t think so... I’m just looking forward to seeing if the almighty Ares King can do everything."

"Maybe I’ll surprise you."

Catherine rolled her eyes, walking past me to the barn, and I followed her.

"You can change here, so—"

I was already taking off my shirt.

"Ares!"

I tossed the material aside and undid the buckles of my pants. Catherine just stood there like a deer in headlights as I stripped and put on the jeans.

"It fits..." I said zipping up.

Her cheeks tinted red. "Yeah, um... You wear the same size as my Gramps. I-I just had to search through his older clothes."

"I noticed..." I said coming close.

Walter was big for his age, so it wasn’t that hard to tell.

"Put on a shirt..." Catherine said through clenched teeth, doing her best to maintain eye contact, but it was a difficult task as she kept looking back and forth between my chest and me.

I could feel she wanted to feel them with her hand as desperation clawed at her, hands flexing at her sides.

She wants to touch me.

Although that thought came with discord, I couldn’t help picturing her hands feeling my skin. I liked how she plays with my hair whenever she kisses me, and I could only imagine the softness tracing my flesh.

But I can’t break that rule... again.

"I think I can get more work done without wearing them," I teased.

Catherine’s gaze shot back to my face, and a frown twisted. She snatched the shirt from me, and hoisted to her tiptoes to drag the neckline down my head.

I eyed her amusedly as she dressed me, rolling the hem down to cover my abs. The ghostly feel of her finger brushing against my abdomen made my muscles tense.

Catherine felt it, and I could tell she wanted to do it again, but decided not to, choosing to mess up my hair with her hand and the strands dropped to my forehead.

"There, you look like your typical farm boy and not worth billions."

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, baby?"

I’m buying her more denim shorts.

"Catch!" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Catherine was surprisingly steady with this and pulled her weight, matching my pace. I gathered this was not new for her, but seeing her not filing documents or typing on her computer was extremely... different.

I couldn’t help it as a smile touched my lips. Cute.

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