My Sexy Little Wife's
Chapter 17: He Really Likes It As Desperately!

The car stopped right in front of a skyscraper. An officer moved quickly. Run up to the car and open the door behind the driver.

"Good morning, sir," said the man politely, bowing his head.

Adrian simply replied with deheman as usual, then got down and walked gallantly into the lobby. Looks very powerful.

Upon arriving in his private room, Adrian drops his body on the chair. In silence contemplating last night's events.

Actually, Adrian wasn't drunk all night. He vaguely remembered the curse after the curse that Naomi threw at him. But it was precisely when he received the touch that his body said another.

A smile rose at the corner of his lips.

"He's the only one who dares to scold me. Doesn't that make it very*xy?"

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Naomi opened her eyes slowly as she felt the cold air blowing from the air conditioning machine. The cold felt so hard on the bone. He wriggled slowly, then pulled the sagging blanket.

"Why is it so tired?"

Naomi just realized her body was not wrapped in clothes. A little surprised, but then remembered the incident last night. When Adrian forced him to the third time.

"Hufft ... That ugly master is a forger." He rested his tired back. He remained silent for a while before finally getting out of bed and wrapping his body in a bathrobe.

A rude gasp was heard when he saw his clothes lying on the floor, with some tears caused by Adrian's last night forced to pull.

"He was a predator. Just see if tonight forces me again. I'll definitely claw his back even worse."

After cursing Adrian, Naomi went to the bathroom. He needs to soak in warm water after a super exhausting activity last night.

"One day, if her anger towards Miss Haylea has subsided, she will definitely leave me. And I'll be a widow at a very young age."

How sad your life is, Naomi Claire!

Naomi lamented fate while raising her head. Look at the bathroom ceiling.

"After he divorced me and went back to Miss Haylea, where would I go? Ah, Father Mother ... Why do I feel so claustrophobic about it?"

Naomi was still lost in her own thoughts when she heard the sound of the bell ringing. Not feeling, it has been soaking long enough.

The young lady immediately got up and grabbed the bathrobe. Then walk out of the room to open the door. A beautiful woman stood in the doorway with a friendly smile.

"Good day, Miss Naomi .. I'm Rachel, come at Mr. Marx's request to serve you."

Naomi looked at the woman who had just introduced herself from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. "Serve?"

"really. Mr. Marx asked me to help you cut your nails."

A pair of Naomi eyes glared behind her thick glasses. Though he planned to claw Adrian with his nails, but the man's orders came to snatch the only weapon Naomi had.

"I don't want to cut my nails. Go see Mr. Adrian and cut his nails."

He must be crazy. If it's just nail-cutting, I can be alone without help.

"But this is an order, miss! Please work with her." Rachel tried to persuade.

"But I really don't want to cut my nails. I want to take care of her as long as I want!"

Naomi was just about to close the door, but Rachel had prevented it by slipping one leg between the doors. Until there is a push between the two.

"Please, Miss. Don't argue. You can make me lose my job like this." said Rachel pleaded.

Naomi is still trying to close the door. Rachel did not give up either. His feet did not even move a little.

"Does the salon you work in belong to that ugly, arrogant Mr. Adrian?"

A surprised expression was clearly drawn in Rachel's face, when she heard Naomi's impolite call to Adrian.

"What connection?" sambar Naomi is indifferent.

"Even Mr. Marx can close the salon where I work if he wants to" Rachel said in her heart.

"Let's talk good first."

Rachel reached into her bag and pulled out a cell phone. He seemed silent staring at the screen with his thumb moving up and down. Then bring the object closer to the earlobe.

"Good day, can you please connect me with Mr Marx?"

Naomi jumped when she heard the woman's words. "Why call him?"

Whahuh? He's gonna complain? inner Naomi.

Rachel just smiled while waiting for a while, until finally the call was connected.

"Good day, sir. I'm sorry I dared to bother you. But this is very important. Miss Naomi refused to be served. What should I do, sir?" he said a little doubt.

In the office, Adrian has already published a slanted smile. She knew Naomi would refuse. But of course, Adrian never ran out of sense to get his wish.

"Give her a phone!" Adrian's orders.

"Good, Sir." Rachel thrust her phone in front of Naomi. "Sir wants to talk to you, Miss."

"Why talk to him?"

"Let Mr. Marx explain it to you."

Naomi turns her lazy eye, then grabs Rachel's phone. "I don't want to cut my nails! Listen yes, I will turn on the speaker, let you hear my conversation with your master." Naomi said.

"Good, Miss."

"Hey, Mr. Forcing, what do you mean to send Miss Rachel here?" naomi asked in an annoyed and defiant tone.

"To serve you. Why do you refuse to be served by him?"

"Because I don't want to cut my nails! He can cut off my other limbs, just don't nail!"

"What if it's cut?" adrian asked casually, making Naomi snort.

"Listen Mr. Adrian ugly, arrogant, and coercive .. My whole limb is mine and I am entitled to all of it. I want to lengthen or cut to the end, that's my right!"

Adrian clenched his lips to hold back a burst of laughter.

"Who forced you to cut your nails?" Adrian's tone sounded relaxed.

"You and ..." Naomi glanced at Rachel who was standing before her. "This woman!"

"I didn't force you to cut it. Last night I just felt like you were enjoying my touch too much to scratch my back so many times."

And Adrian's casual greeting elicits a red tinge on Naomi's cheek. "Then trust yourself, Sir! I clawed at you for being upset, not for enjoying your touch too much."

"really? Then why are you complaining? Is that also because of annoyance?"

Apparently, Naomi's face was not red. Rachel's cheeks are even redder to hear the talk of Naomi and Adrian who seem vul*gar.

Naomi really wanted to claw Adrian's frontal mouth with her sharp fingernails.

"Don't talk too much!"

"I don't just talk. I have proof on my back how much you enjoyed last night's activities. Then I'll make you scratch my back again tonight."

"The crap!" naomi shouted, then looked at Rachel with a red face. "Miss Rachel, please cut off all my nails. If you need to pull it to the roots!"

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