My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 854

Duncan had learned from his conversation with Mireille earlier that Larry was her college classmate. After graduating, Larry has been helping out at the Tanner Group Pharmacy. Mireille admitted that Larry had been pursuing her, but she considered him only as a brother. Now that his men had crippled Larry, Duncan was sure that Mireille would be angry.

"Boss... I..."

"Never mind, she'll be mine soon anyway. Use your brain more in the future!" Duncan angrily hung up the phone.

At that moment, Mireille's phone screen lit up beside the pillow. Duncan picked up the phone and tried to unlock it. Surprisingly, there was no password set. It was a text message from Brian: [Mireille, come back quickly. I was wrong. I shouldn't have scolded you!]

Duncan closed the message, checked the call logs, and found no significant contact between Mireille and Nash's side. When he investigated Mireille secretly back then, he found out that she had visited Royal Bay twice to deliver herbs but quickly left afterward.

Leaning against the headboard, Duncan went through Mireille's photo album. It contained many sensual photos of Mireille, but they were not explicit. Looking at Mireille's gentle and sweet smile, Duncan gently closed his eyes.

The bathroom door opened. Duncan immediately exited the photo gallery and placed the phone back in its original position.

Wrapped in a towel, Mireille shyly made her way toward the bed. Her pure white shoulders were exposed and resembled flawless marble under the gentle light. Biting her lip, she slowly opened her arms. The towel slipped to the floor.

Duncan's head felt like it had exploded at the sight of her perfect body. How was her figure so flawless? There was no hint of excess flesh on her slender waist and the skin was so delicate. The woman before him was beyond what perfection was.

The man’s gaze upon her was intense. He swallowed hard and pulled Mireille onto the bed, pouncing on her like a ravenous beast.

It was... a night of passionate indulgence.

...

Breath hot and quick, Duncan hoarsely asked, "Mireille, can we go another round?"

Now he finally understood the meaning of the ancient poem: [Short is the night, high the sun at dawn; henceforth the emperor need not rise early].

Mireille bit her lip, her gaze extremely complicated. "Last night, we both drank too much..."

"But I am sincere. Now you are my woman, I will treat you well for the rest of my life!" Duncan held Mireille's smooth body tightly as he professed with the utmost sincerity.

"You doubted me last night, didn't you?" Mireille replied with a touch of sadness.