Chapter 3 Anger

• Cheryl Young's eyes immediately became sexy. In fact, Julian Shaw kinked over it. She threw herself into it without hesitation. Julian did not respond at all to the woman's seductive groans. - Susan Shelby could not possibly have been a selfless, giving wife. So he wanted to find out what her limit was! Susan heard the lady groaning in the bedroom beyond the door. Her hands were holding her garments uneasily, and her face was so red that she thought it was on fire. Was that something Julian had set up so she would stand at the entrance and hear it?
• Susan did not anticipate the goddess's voice to be so seductive because she was perceived as aloof and sophisticated in public. She couldn't tolerate it, even as a lady. "You lucky star, Julian Shaw!" The door abruptly sprang open after she had been numb from listening for some time. Julian appeared to be grinning at Susan while wearing a baggy bathrobe. "Your servant is very obedient, Julian. She truly stood here for a very long time without asking any questions. As if she had been drained of everything, Cheryl rested herself on Julian.'s power. Naturally, he held her by the waist, but his gaze was focused on Susan, who appeared to be as submissive as ever—like a lake that is still and waveless.
• A wave of dread washed over Julian. This woman was not at least worried about him. Thus, the number of girlfriends he had and the people he brought home were irrelevant. It wouldn't even matter if he didn't return home if it weren't for Mom! That coldened his heart. Her heart had always been reserved for Luke Jenkins, despite the fact that they had only been married for a year. For her, however, Julian was nothing! He suddenly clamped down harder on Cheryl's waist. Despite her anguish, Cheryl dared not speak. She only gave him a perplexed expression.
• "Baby." The corner of Julian's lips curled into a tiny curve as he gave her a serious gaze. "I think I just became too rough on you. This servant of mine can provide a decent massage. Why don't you give her a chance to help you unwind?" "Anything you say, of course." A charming smile appeared on Cheryl's face. "I..." Susan abruptly raised her head. "Julian Shaw, do you have to act like a servant? I am, after all, your wife! She could be giving and unconcerned about his personal affairs, but she would never go so far as to serve his lover! "Are you refusing to?" With smoldering anger smothered behind his eyes, Julian gazed at her.
• Susan tightened both her hands, then suddenly released them. She smiled slightly. "It's my honor to serve Miss Young." "Very well." Julian laughed. Susan began gently massaging Cheryl's smooth back as she lay on her stomach on the couch. " It's not firm enough. Cheryl said languidly, "I can't feel anything." Susan responded by applying more force to the massage. "Are you planning to hurt me with such force?" Cheryl yelled abruptly. "S-sorry." Susan eased her pressure. After giving her a disgruntled look, Cheryl flirtatiously stated to Julian, "Your servant's technique isn't that fantastic. I'll suggest several excellent masseuses to you."
• Looking at Susan, Julian raised his head. "Have you heard that? Your technique isn't very good, according to Miss Young. Don't stop massaging. You will keep massaging her as long as she isn't pleased. "Sure." Susan's motions grew careful as she clinched her teeth. Cheryl laughed. "Julian, is this too troublesome for your servant?" "It makes no difference. Think of it as her contribution as long as it makes you feel good. Julian gave a wink. "You're so good to me." Cheryl gave him a thankful glance. She questioned whether Julian was dissatisfied with her since he had never touched her before. She was delighted to see that he continued to spoil her. Julian said, "Of course, you're my baby," with a seductive grin.
• "You terrible flirt!" Those two were having a heated verbal exchange. Susan simply kicked away while lowering her head. Ten minutes went by, then thirty, and finally an hour. Susan's fingers were so painful after an hour of massage that they went numb. She dared not stop as long as Cheryl did not stop her. She clenched her teeth and proceeded carefully, despite the fact that her fingers were so numb that they were immobile. Julian was chatting with Cheryl, but all the while he was looking at Susan. His unimaginable rage was sparked by how rebellious she was. Why did she have to be so obstinate? Did she not have the right to request leniency?
• Julian felt a twinge of remorse as he saw the beads of perspiration that had gathered on Susan's forehead. He merely intended to give her a little lesson since he was upset over her lack of interest. But when he saw how stressed she was, his heart hurt. He was unable to take back what he had said, though. "Isn't that damned Cheryl able to see for herself?" After all this time, why is she unable to urge Susan to stop? "How could you be so obedient, Susan Shelby?" If Cheryl doesn't tell you to stop, won't you? Susan was still moving numbly, her fingers completely devoid of contact. Her nails clawed Cheryl's back, and her hands trembled. "Argh!" Cheryl screamed out. Susan said, "Sorry," in anguish.
• Slap! Susan's head turned sideways. In fact, Cheryl Young had hit her without hesitation! Julian was taken aback. "What are you doing?" he asked, clutching Cheryl's arm as he gazed at her with inky-black pupils that seemed to contain golden flames. Cheryl was injured by his violent gesture, but she dared not scream! It was the most terrifying Julian she had ever seen. He looked at his victim with the dangerousness of a beast. Why? Why was he so furious? Cheryl thought. Perhaps it was the slap she gave the woman. She was a servant, nothing more!
• After gathering herself, Cheryl softly grumbled, "Julian, my...her nails scratched my back."You are aware that tomorrow's commercial requires me to show my behind. That's not something I can do if there's a scar! I was simply feeling nervous right now. "You say you were anxious?" Julian looked back at Susan, who had not moved from her starting position. Suddenly, a burst of inexplicable emotions swept over him. "If that's the case," he said icily, glaring at Cheryl, "you don't have to go for the shoot tomorrow, so you don't have to be anxious."