Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 185: Don’t You Miss Me at all?

Just as she was about to step back, she was suddenly embraced by the warm and powerful arms around her waist.

Cathy's body was stiff and she didn't know where to put her hands that were hanging.

The man was still half naked, at the height of the bed, with his face facing her chest.

The picture was slightly erotic.

Cathy pushed him with a red face. "Don't do that... Put on your clothes first."

In the daytime, if he went on, her eyes really would be hurt.

The man laughed and put his arm around her waist. Cathy was scream and panic to sit on his lap.

She went up subconsciously but he pushed her back.

She was angry. "Tyrone."

"Don't move. Don't you want to see me after all these days?" The man looked down, his fingers caressed her smooth hair, and his voice was mute.

Cathy looked at the handsome face close to her head. Her dark eyes seemed to be burning a fire, which made her heart beat so quickly.

"Why do I miss you?" The tension made her feel a little uncomfortable and her voice was a little angry.

Until now her whole person was out of control, as if she was completely led by him.

Tyrone gently pinched her jaw and let her look at his eyes. He said in a low voice, "I didn't stop to catch up with my work and get on the plane here. Don't you know what I'm coming for? Cathy, don't tell me that you can't understand anything."

Cathy's pupil enlarged a little, bit her lip, and then laughed, "Now I see. You just want to say you miss me and want to see me?" But that's your business. I didn't let you do that. Should I be grateful?

The man was very patient and not annoyed. It seemed that he had been used to such a cold-mouthed attitude. He gave a low laugh and said nothing. He bowed his head and kissed her lips faster and more accurately.

"Hmm..."

Again!

Cathy couldn't be more angry.

Tyrone knew that facing a woman with a poisonous tongue like hers should never talk too much nonsense. He should be straightforward.

The woman pushed and resisted. She shook and struggled, but it's all in vain. The man's strength was amazing, and she cleverly locked her wrist, and the empty other hand went straight down to pick her clothes.

Cathy's eyes stared fiercely, and the blood rushed to her forehead.

Bastard!

He, what was he going to do?

"Tyr, Tyr, Tyrone..." Cathy was totally panicked.

The man wanted to force her?

The man forced her to open her mouth and suck. He plundered her breath and disrupted all her sensory senses, while still peeling her clothes bit by bit.

Cathy's body was tense. Her nails clasped into her palms, and she accepted his demands, but she was so frightened by the sudden violence of the man that she almost wanted to cry. It was clear that when he used to be in the bed he was as cold as ice and had no nostalgia afterwards.

It's like a fire burning her now.

Would it because he didn't touch women in these months?

If he hadn't gone out to find a woman... Well, it seemed like it had been several months.

A few minutes later, just as Cathy's fantasy turned into a mass, the man suddenly stopped. His forehead against her face, and whispered, "Cathy... Can we?

Cathy had been kissed to burn out. She was totally in blank, panting around his neck, after a long time, just obedient to the heart and said "Hum”.

She's going crazy because of him.

With her agreement, the man's mood suddenly intensified, holding her one turn over and pressing her on the bed behind him. There was a little sweat on the lifting handsome face. The blue veins on his forehead swelled, and obviously it has been forbidden to the edge.

He just wanted to provoke her and tease her for fun, but he really underestimated her temptation, but also underestimated his willing. He was play with fire.

At the moment of entry, Cathy grabbed the man's arm deadly. Her short scream burst through her throat but was quickly blocked by the man's lip.

Cathy was so painful that she was sweating all over her body. The temperature just lit was covered up and tears came out.

It was too painful that she hadn't had it for a long time.

Before they started, the man's kiss followed her eyes, nose and down the body. It was tender and lingering.

Cathy gasped intermittently. She closed her eyes, and made a hoarse voice, "Slow down, slow down... Children."

The man wrapped her legs around his waist. He breathed heavily and kissed her on the corner of her mouth, and said softly in a dumb voice, "I will be careful... Shout out if it painful."

From afternoon till evening, they were in bed.

In the end, she had only one idea in her mind. Before the baby was born, he was not allowed to touch herself.

This bastard!

They used to have it once a week that she had not seen him so crazy. If didn't know you may think he had abstinence for several years.

After that, Cathy was too tired to move, lying in the quilt, staring at the ceiling, doubting life, doubting herself, and even began to suspect the children in her stomach.

"What are you thinking?" The man held her in his arms and rubbed her forehead gently with thin lips. Although his handsome face was the same as usual, she could clearly hear a trace of satisfaction from his breath.

Cathy frowned. "Painful..."

The pain from legs and waist was pinched out by him. How much strength he had used to make her as painful as being crushed by a car! "Sorry." The man held her in his arms and relaxed a little. His voice became more gentle. "Go to a bath? Or shall I take you to clean it up?Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Cathy closed her eyes and leaned her face in his arms. Her voice was soft like a kitten. "Don't... Let me sleep for a while...

Tyrone caressed the sweat on her forehead. He was heartache, said in a low voice: "You just sleep, I will help you."

No one responded. Cathy was really powerless to speak.

After cleaning, they hugged and went back to sleep.

It was a long time that she had it. When Cathy opened her eyes, it was the next morning.

She first recalled what happened last night, then looked sideways at the shining curtain for a while. Her eyes were scattered and she seemed to be in a trance until the mobile phone on the table rang. She didn't know where the man next to her had gone.

She still felt painful all her body. She using her uncomfortable arm to find the phone for a long time. Then pressed the button to connect.

"Hello."

One word, let her face change slightly.

"Cathy? Is that you?"

Cathy licked her lips and then coughed hard twice before she said, "Well, it's me."

Still very hoarse, she could know why without thinking.

The woman's face was green and red, and she bit the lower lip badly.

That damn man!

She's on a business trip. How did it feel like a prostitute in a thousand miles?

"Cathy, what's wrong with your voice?"

It was Aaron. The boy was so shrewd that if she said two more sentences, he would surely guess out something. She had to lie and said, "Maybe it's a cold that my voice was uncomfortable." "By the way, what's up?"