CHAPTER 12: CHAPTER 12: WHAT? NOT PRETENDING ANYMORE?

Alexander Johnson let out a cold laugh, looking down at Chloe Simpson who was kneeling on the ground.

In his pocket, his clenched fist was already showing bulging veins.

Did she really want to sever ties with him that badly, to never see each other again?

"!"

To Chloe, it felt as if she’d been struck by thunder from head to toe.

And yet, all it took were Alexander Johnson’s few light words.

He wanted her to be fully conscious, to please him in all manner of ways.

Ha, fine!

Really fine...

Chloe knelt there, gripping her hand tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, as if about to draw blood.

"If I do this, will you let me go?"

After a long time, it seemed Chloe used up a lifetime’s worth of strength just to speak again.

After all, they already slept together once on their wedding night, what’s another time.

If this time could truly sever her ties with Alexander Johnson.

It’d be worth it!

After this, she could finally live her own life and properly manage her marriage with Lucas Hughes.

However, after she spoke, Alexander Johnson stayed silent for a long time.

The meeting room was quiet.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Alexander Johnson.

"...what are you waiting for."

After a long silence, Alexander Johnson’s voice came down on her once more.

Chloe looked up to see Alexander Johnson walking over to the sofa and sitting down.

The implication was clear; they could start right there, on the sofa.

Chloe was taken aback: "!"

She hadn’t expected Alexander Johnson to be so audacious.

She clutched her nurse’s uniform tightly, looking at the meeting room before her, her heart in turmoil.

The door was not locked; what if someone walked in?

The curtains were not drawn, and it was on the first floor.

Though the administrative building was rarely visited, and it was at the back of Ansun Hospital’s inpatient and outpatient sections.

But if anyone came close, they’d see everything clearly.

Especially since it was night and the lights were on.

"Nurse Simpson, my patience is limited."

Just as Chloe was overwhelmed with indecision, Alexander Johnson’s voice came to her ear once more.

She looked up at the bright, large meeting room, "Can... can we turn off the lights."

"What do you think?"

Alexander Johnson’s demeanor was casual and teasing, yet his words carried an undeniable firmness.

Chloe understood.

No!

She chuckled bitterly at herself; having chosen such a humiliating path, what was there to complain about now.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself as if stepping towards her doom, and approached Alexander Johnson.

But whether from nerves or something else, she tripped as soon as she reached the sofa.

"Ah!"

Chloe stumbled unexpectedly, losing her balance and falling right on top of Alexander Johnson.

The sudden impact made her clearly feel the resilience of Alexander Johnson’s chest muscles once again.

The scene of her clutching his chest during the day flashed before her eyes.

Her heart was thrown into chaos.

"Ha, a clever move to feign innocence. What, not pretending anymore?"

The sudden softness and the familiar scent from that night overwhelmed Alexander, shaking something deep within him.

It seemed he had an inexplicable obsession with Chloe’s body.

But he disliked such feelings.

Clearly, this woman...

Chloe hurriedly denied, "I... didn’t!"

In truth, she genuinely hadn’t intended to trip.

Alexander cut her off immediately, "Didn’t what? You didn’t take the initiative that night? Didn’t moan? Didn’t scream?"

"..." Chloe was speechless, unable to voice any rebuttal.

That night her wild cries replayed in her mind like an invisible hand stripping her bare.

"Nurse Simpson, I don’t like your duplicitous nature."

Alexander Johnson held her chin as if punishing her.

Was it that he hadn’t satisfied her enough that night?

Or did she simply think it was her husband Lucas Hughes, and that’s why she enjoyed it so much.

Thinking of this, Alexander’s thumb brushed over her lips as he held her chin.

Chloe’s lips trembled slightly.

Alexander’s touch held the perfect balance, a mixture of slight pain from the friction causing tingling sensations through Chloe’s body.

Her body tingled as well.

"It’s not..." Chloe didn’t like this feeling at all; she wanted to refute it immediately.

"Not what? Climbing onto me but still pretending innocence?"

Seeing her shameful appearance, Alexander felt an unexplainable sense of revenge in his heart.

As punishment, he used his other hand to grip Chloe’s waist and squeeze it forcefully.

"Ugh!"

Chloe was caught off guard by the pinch, her back shivered, and her hands lost their support.

In an instant, her lips met Alexander’s.

The scent of masculine hormones mixed with a faint woody fragrance instantly invaded her senses.

Through the thin spring fabric at her waist, a wave of heat emanated.

Chloe’s legs unconsciously tightened, her breath quickened.

Aware of that intense feeling inside her, she hurriedly pulled away from Alexander’s lips.

"Your body is quite honest."

At such close range, of course, Alexander easily sensed Chloe’s excitement.

Between a man and a woman, they understood their mutual subtle emotions best.

And he involuntarily wanted to taste the softness that had just graced his lips.

Why hadn’t he noticed that night, how soft this woman’s lips were?

"..."

Chloe had no countering words, the intense emptiness and impulse flooded her body.

She even clearly felt the dampness under her nurse skirt.

"Let go of me, Alexander." Chloe reached to push him away.

At this moment, Chloe regretted it.

She shouldn’t have agreed to Alexander.

That overwhelming feeling...

She was nearly losing control of her mind and body.

"Let go. Ha, Chloe, what do you think I am? Do you think you can come and go as you please?"

Amid such ambiguity, Chloe managing to withdraw in time ignited a flame of anger in Alexander.

Did she love Lucas Hughes that much?

Enough to remain rational even under such potent hormonal influence.

Alexander reached out and pulled Chloe forcibly into his arms.

Meanwhile, he noticed a dark silhouette outside the window from the corner of his eye.

"Let me tell you, Chloe, around me, you never get to end things."

His expression darkened as he pulled Chloe over, pinning her onto the sofa and slipping his hand into her nurse’s uniform.

"Mm!"