Addicted to His Wife

In the large guest room, only a man's slightly ragged gasps could be heard, along with the sound of clothing being dropped to the floor.

The young girl inside the wardrobe looked at everything outside with her dark and clear eyes, and the corner of her mouth could not help but twitch.

As the man turned his back to her, she couldn't see his face clearly but she also vaguely knew one thing...it seemed she had gone to the wrong room again.

Even she was so careless, the tape recorder in her hand didn't stop working. Instead, it dutifully looked through the slit of the wardrobe and faced the man and woman in bed with its camera.

The man was helped in by two tall bodyguard-like men, and it was clear that his identity could not be simple.

But the woman who took off the man's clothes one by one, Sophie Miller knew her.

Samantha Brown, a new generation idol who had just been popular in City A this year.....

Looking at the asleep man in front of her, Samantha Brown's eyes showed a glow of excitement. Her slender white fingers gently traced across the man's strong chest, and even her breath gradually became rushed.

The man stayed still, and nothing seemed to wrong except that the sound of his breathing was so loud.

Sophie Miller pouted and withdrew her gaze, the recorder in her hand continuing to record what was going on out there.

Sophie Miller was a reporter of Mango Entertainment Newspaper in City A. For this time, she had received the information from the source and went to the hotel to catch the adultery, but it seemed that Sophie's memory was as bad as ever, and she got into the wrong room.

Outside came the woman's low, good-natured voice, which seemed to be a spell that made the distracted Sophie couldn't help but focus on the sound carefully again.

"KING, although the method was a bit shoddy, I didn't care for anything as long as I could get you. You could just enjoy it." Samantha reached out and grabbed the man's belt buckle.....

The sound of the buckle was especially noticeable inside the room.

Sophie Miller's breath also stalled for a second but then recovered.

"Huh." A low voice that didn't belong to the woman sounded inside the guest room, and the man who had originally closed his eyes tightly, suddenly opened them.

That pair of eyes were as sharp as a falcon, indifferent without any emotion. He just coldly looked at the woman in front of him who was untying his belt.

Samantha's hand suddenly stopped, then raised a pleasant smile, ''You're awake? You were so enthusiastic about me just now, I couldn't even stop it."

The man didn't speak, still looking at her with that indifferent gaze, and gradually his eyes were tinged with mockery.

Samantha only felt her body stiff and her mouth was slightly open, wanting to explain something. But under the man's gaze, she could not say a word.

Simon was not a man who could be easily fooled and even if he had been poisoned by some kind of nasty drugs, he would never be fooled by such a lowly lie.

"Get out ..." The icy voice sounded again. His posture was like a king so no one could do any resistance.

Samantha's face suddenly changed, and she wanted to say something, but when she met the man's cold eyes, all her words were stuck in her throat.

She pulled up her gin a mess, and then almost fled from the room.

With a thud, the door was closed and the entire guest room fell into silence once again.

Sophie Miller just felt like her heart was going to stop beating.

That King of country Z, or even the King of Asia, Simon!

Oh MY GOD! She caught Simon's affairs.

Surreptitiously putting the recorder away, Sophie leaned against the closet wall. With her heart beating so fast, she couldn't calm down.

The inside of the room was quiet, so even her heartbeat can be heard.

Simon narrowed his eyes and looked somewhat dangerously towards the sliding door closet not far from the bed.

There was a distinct gap in the wardrobe, and that heartbeat seemed coming from there.

Simon shook his head, shaking off the dizziness his body conveyed and that sexual desire he was familiar with, and then looked at the wardrobe for a while before suddenly saying coldly in a commanding tone, "Come out."

Sophie's heartbeat, and at that moment she almost thought that Simon had seen her.

But she quickly calmed down, this man might talk to others.

Thinking this way, she couldn't help but peek through the wardrobe door with curiosity again.

An overly enlarged face just appeared in front of her.

The man's sharp face, as well as the aggressive black eyes with no displeasure underneath, and the terrifying aura from him, made Sophie almost screamed out.

"Ah........"

"Damn it. " As the thought had just entered Sophie Miller's mind, the door to the wardrobe was roughly pulled open, and she was completely exposed to the man.

As Simon's pupils tightened slightly, he looked coldly at the woman hiding in the wardrobe, while a hot feeling leaped up from his belly, making his face change slightly.

Damn it!

Even though he had strong self-control like superman, his sanity almost collapsed under the force of the drug!

The woman in front of him was different from those he had known the past. Her dark pupils reflected his body, with undisguised fear at the bottom of her eyes.

She was afraid.

All Sophie wanted to do now was crying.

She might be too hapless this year. How could there be a wave of bad luck?

Looking at the man in front of her, she struggled to squeeze out a smile that wasn't too ugly, and then a shaky voice came out, "That, this gentleman, would you believe me if I told you that I came into the wrong room by accident?"

Sophie looked at the man in front of her as calmly as possible. Even though he didn't say a word, he would make people feel oppressive.

Dangerous man.

"Huh." In response to her, the man laughed slightly mockingly. Then a large hand suddenly reached towards her, directly grabbed her clothes, and picked her up, as if carrying a small chicken.

Sophie's heart seemed to stop once more. Her arms and legs kept struggling desperately to escape from the man's clutches.

The next second, she was on the large and elastic bed, her body bouncing up and sinking back.

"This Sir, you, what do you want?" With a startled face, Sophie reached for her chest and looked at the man in front of her who was slowly approaching. She was afraid.

Simon didn't pay any attention to her, just stood by the bedside and looked coldly at the woman in front of him.

Sophie's long hair was simply tied into a ponytail, and her exquisite little face was a little pale, and her eyes were dense with moisture.

She wasn't very obnoxious.

Simon's brain quickly received such a message, and then looked at Sophie whose face was in a scared expression. The corner of his mouth coldly hooked like a smile.

"A woman's hard-to-get game is not useful for me." With his icy voice, there was obvious sarcasm.

Sophie frowned slightly and looked at the man in front of her, but the fear in her heart was dispelled by the obvious sarcasm in his tone.

"Huh, it was boring, I didn't expect you could recognize my small tricks so easily." Sophie had a shallow smile, but the fear in her eyes was still evident.

Unfortunately, Simon couldn't notice any of this at all at this point, and the waves of desire that surged up made him simply unable to control his body.

The fragrance from the woman in front of him seemed to be the allure, making his eyes hotter.

Sophie fiercely shivered. Before she could continue to stimulate Simon to make him hate her, she felt a shadow looming over her, and then she saw the man pressing towards her.

"..." Sophie kept her eyes open, and for a while, she could not react.

The man had already pressed don her body, with his body turning hotly and abnormally. That pair of eyes that had originally been indifferent with mockery was already filled with something called desire.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Simon's mind went blank, and then by instinct, he kissed the small mouth that was slightly open due to panic.

Her body was stiff and numb with the man's hot and slightly aggressive kisses. Until she felt a big hand had lifted her clothes and started to stroke her, her mind came back immediately.

The man pressed on her like a mountain. Reaching out to push away the man pressed against her body, her little strength did not have any effect at all.

The air inside the room, in an instant, became scorching hot. The man's increasingly ragged breath, and the woman's constant calls, made the atmosphere ambiguous again.

Sophie was anxious in her heart, and she was sure that she was no match for a man, but she couldn't just give herself to a man who was a stranger.

Her hand fumbled around, and suddenly an icy cold touch passed through, making Sophie's eyes light up. As she couldn't think of what she was grasping, she grabbed it directly and smashed it hard towards Simon's head.

There was a muffled thud, and the sound of metal colliding with flesh came, followed by the warm and sticky liquid dripping don Sophie's face.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Sophie reached out and wiped her hands on her face. The bright red on her hands made her subconsciously scream while raising her feet to kick away the man who had passed out.

Seeing the man collapse on the bed and his blood staining the pillow, Sophie's heart beat violently, but her instinct to avoid danger made her tug at her clothes in a panic, and then she ran out of the room without looking back.

"Have you heard about it, KING was hit to injure last night at the Thyssen Hotel."

"Sure, it was said that it had been reported to the police and they had cordoned off the scene. I want to know which one is not afraid to die and dare to hit that man."

"It was said to be a woman."

"......."

As Sophie as she returned to the office in the morning, Sophie heard all kinds of rumors about the man.

"Sophie, come to my office for a while." Just as Sophie was apprehensive in her heart about whether or not she would be found out about injuring Simon, a solemnly stereotypical voice suddenly came into her ears.

Sophie snapped back and her face turned pale as she looked in the direction of the voice.

The woman in her thirties was dressed in a black suit, with her hair combed meticulously behind her head and a palm-sized face with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that made her whole person look more majestic and capable.

Lowering her head, Sophie picked up a manuscript on the table in her hands and walked over.

The door to the room had just closed when the colleagues outside started talking again.

Sophie, a very wealthy young lady, who had endless money, had become a paparazzi in a newspaper company.

Many of her colleagues in the company did not understand Sophie.

Entering the office, Sophie nudged her mouth and asked in a small voice, "What's the matter, editor-in-chief ?"

"You went to the Thyssen Hotel yesterday." Vivian's voice remained as stereotypical and plain as her, saying in an affirmative tone rather than a questioning sentence.

The leaders knew Sophie's visit to the Thyssen Hotel yesterday.

Sophie nodded, subconsciously clutching the folder in her hand.

This move of her naturally did not escape from Vivian's eyes. She coldly swept a glance at the small hands that clutched the folder tightly, and she hooked her lips and laughed coldly, "You did not get the information that should be obtained."

"Sorry." Sophie bowed her head again.

"Sorry? You think saying sorry will help? A word of apology will offset the mistakes you've made? Or do you think that because you came in through the Miller Family's connections, it doesn't matter even if you make mistakes?" Vivian's words were rather mean and unrelentingly humiliated Sophie.

Sophie's face changed slightly, "Please don't relate it with my family, I was wrong about this matter, you can either punish me or expel me, but please don't relate this kind of thing with my family."

Vivian looked at Sophie coldly and calmly waited for her to finish before showing a mocking smile: "I don't dare to fire you, go back and write a review of two thousand words."

Sophie walked out of Vivian's office, her fingers still clutching the document tightly.

The colleagues outside looked at each other with a gloating look on their faces.

Without a word, Sophie returned to her seat, opened the document, and looked at the blank document. But her mind was blank.

The people around her were still talking about something, but Sophie couldn't hear a word of it.

K-Emperor Group, Office of the President.

The man with the white bandage on his forehead sat behind his desk with a cold face. Even with the unsightly white bandage on his head, it did not affect the imperial aura from his body.

"Young Master, that woman's background has been checked out. She was Sophie Miller from Miller Family in City A, now working as a trainee reporter for the Mango Entertainment Newspaper, what happened yesterday should have been just an accident." The middle-aged man in the black suit pushed the glasses on his face and said calmly, telling the emperor-like man what he had just investigated.

"The Miller Family?" Simon's good-looking brow frowned, with a trace of arrogant contempt under his eyes, "Acquire the company she was in."

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded without any objection, recording something on the notebook in his hand.

"And that Samantha Brown, I don't want to see this woman in City A again in the future." She poisoned him. It could be unforgivable!

Simon's aura suddenly became fierce, and his eyes carried a cold killing intent.

The middle-aged man's spine straightened even more, "Yes."

"Arrange for me to meet with the head of the Miller Family." Simon's fingers gently tapped the desktop and the woman's frightened eyes like a small deer kept emerging in his mind. And she unceremoniously gave him a harsh hit. His voice remained cold without any temperature.

The middle-aged man hesitated, the movement in his hands did not pause, and his voice came calmly, "Okay."

The girl, who was struggling with how to write the review, suddenly felt a chill behind her back and had a sharp shiver, so she subconsciously felt the position of her chest. At that moment, she seemed to feel her heart beating very fast. It was like the feeling when she first saw the man in the hotel.

At the thought of that man, Sophie's face shifted again viciously, then shrugged her head hard, attempting to shake off that part of the upset in her heart.

It was too quiet. It had been two days since this happened to the man, and this quietness, on the contrary, made Sophie more and more uneasy, as if there were some conspiracies quietly unfolding where she could not see it.