A Contract Marriage With My Boss

Chapter 51: YOU DON’T LOOK HAPPY

"What's the matter? Charles asked when he saw her like this.

Sarah shook her head and smiled, "Nothing."

"You don't look happy. Why?" Charles insisted. "Is it…because you don't want to move back?"

Sarah immediately shook her head, "No, you're overthinking it. I want to move back. If we don't move

back, who would take care of your dad?"

Charles laughed, "Even if we move back, we're still going on our honeymoon. It's impossible to do it at

once, so don't stress yourself out too much. I know you lost your parents as a child and don't know how

to get along with adults. Don't worry about it, and I'll help you."

Sarah nodded and then said, "Let's go home. I want to rest. Perhaps we should see dad in the

evening."

Charles was driving the car as Sarah was thinking silently to herself. If they moved back, her

relationship with Mrs. Thomas would be challenging.

After arriving home, they ate something the maid had prepared before they took their bath separately,

preparing to go to sleep. Charles went to bed after Sarah and hugged her tightly after lying down

beside her.

Sarah felt uncomfortable and pushed him away, saying. "I feel uncomfortable. Let me go!"

Charles laughed but refused. "No, I want to hug you."

Sarah turned around and stared at him in frustration, "I'm not a toy! Let go of me, and it's so hot!"

"The air conditioner is on."

"But I still feel uncomfortable. Let me go!"

"Well, then you can hug me. I can be your toy." He persisted.

"No, I'm not a child like you! Let me go!"

Charles felt her tone a little harsh and asked in a more serious tone. "Are you not used to sleep while

someone is holding you?"

"No, I'm used to sleep alone."

"You're such a silly woman. It's good to not be alone, and now that you're my wife, you should get used

to it."

"Why? Do you feel comfortable sleeping with another person?"

"Why not?" Charles stared at her, then slowly approached her ear and whispered. "I hug you because I

like you. If I don't hug you, I'll feel lonely. Looking at you makes me remember last night's scene."

His whisper made her ear itch, but she couldn't push him away. She felt that something wasn't right

with what he was saying and looked up into his dim eyes, noticing them full of desire. Men will be men,

she thought quietly. She was afraid of what might happen, and hurriedly pushed him away.

But Charles was faster than her this time, turning over and pressing her down. "Where do you want to

go? Why don't you give me a hug?"

"Charles…" Sarah was flustered.

Charles lowered his head and approached her with a seductive voice. "You're too fragrant, and I can't

help…" He interrupted his speech, kissing her fiercely and pulling her pajamas at the same time.

Sarah wanted to resist, but she was too weak to move, remembered the saying that goes, "Give him an

inch, and he'll take you all.

Charles hadn't had sex for a long time. Yesterday they had been so close when to his surprise,

Christina had interrupted them, which had made him angry. What's more, Sarah was so sensitive in

front of him, and even the slightest touch made her tremble. What he wanted to do was to make love to

her, and find release in her sweet, tender body, making up for what they had lost yesterday.

On the one hand, Sarah rejected him because his dad was sick; on the other hand, because she was

so tired, not having had a good rest since their wedding. She didn't understand how Charles was still

so energetic, was it due to the difference between men and women?

Did their desire always dominate men?

Sarah pushed him away, shouting. "Charles, it's not the right time. Let go of me! you're your dad is still

in the hospital."

Charles had taken her clothes off and kissed her. Hearing her shout, he was shocked, but she

continued. "Don't do this. You shouldn't only think about this… What's more, it's broad daylight…" Just

saying it made her feel shy.

But Charles felt a strong urge and felt physically uncomfortable, not wanting to stop. He kissed Sarah's

whole body, making her feel painful and itchy. When he finally finished, he stared at her with his red

eyes and panted, "Every time you make me stop at such a critical moment, it's negatively affecting my

health."

Sarah felt ashamed and sorry at the same time, but Charles seemed to make fun of her, pinching her

breast, making her feel paralyzed.

She muttered, "Charles, don't do this…"

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Sarah had no choice but to agree and nodded, "Ok, ok. It's up to you. Let me go now!"

Charles felt physically uncomfortable and dissatisfied. He hurried up, grabbed his hair, and restlessly

went into the bathroom to take a shower.

As soon as he was gone, Sarah got up quickly, got dressed again, and then ran to the sofa to sleep.

When Charles came out from the shower and saw her on the couch, he asked gently. "What are you

doing?"

Sarah looked at him and answered, "Nothing."

He leaned down, covering her with his body, and asked. "Are you afraid of me?"

"No…"

He picked her up and carried her back to bed, saying. "If not, then sleep with me!" Noticing that Sarah

was about to struggle again, he added, "I promise I won't touch you before my dad leaves the hospital,

but you also have to keep your promise."

Sarah didn't know how to respond and resigned herself to sleep with him. Charles still insisted on

hugging her, only letting her rest in his arms. Although she felt his love as his warm body surrounded

her, she still wasn't used to it. Maybe she only felt uncomfortable because she really wasn't used to

sleeping with someone else, and still had a long way to go before she'd adapt to married life.

Later in the evening, they went to the hospital to replace Emma and stay with Mr. Thomas. Mr.

Thomas's lab results were just in. He had been very sick lately, which made Sarah feel nervous and

afraid, but after hearing the doctor's report, she was somewhat relaxed.