Tomboy, Sweet Wife

The presidential suite was well-lit.

Lying prone on the bed, Taylor Gibson was staring at a drunk handsome man attentively and lovingly.

He had an impeccable facial contour, bushy eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. From every angle, he looked dashing beyond words.

Taylor looked at the distinguished man with affection. Secretly admiring him for so long a time, she finally got a chance to approach him privately.

"I want a kiss, just one!" Taylor gave an eye smile and obsessively kissed the man on his sexy lips.

As soon as their lips contacted, her heart skipped a beat...

The feeling of kissing the man of her dreams was hard to describe. It was wonderful and exciting...

Before she could retreat, the sleeping man suddenly turned over and got on top of her. His movement was swift and wild.

What was going on?

Taylor was stunned to see his deep, dark eyes that opened abruptly. With somewhat unbridled attraction and interest, the man looked down at her.

"You want me?" Claude Jones curled up his lips, and his eyes darkened. His voice was so deep, mellow, and attractive that she was carried away.

Apart from his dashing appearance, this man had such a unique voice that she could never forget.

Taylor didn't have the guts to do that but somehow nodded her head.

Before she could pull back, the light high above had been turned off.

The scalding body of the man bore down...

Her mind went blank, and her nerves were strained. A warm sensation from her lips made her slowly close her eyes, and she instinctively responded to his kiss...

It was a painful yet joyful night...

Taylor woke up with a start.

She remembered what happened between this honorable man and her last night, but he did it under intoxication. Once he woke up and saw her common face in the disguise of a man, she would be damned.

She'd better slip away as soon as she could!

Ever since her childhood, her parents had packaged her as a boy and warned her against exposing her gender.

As for the reason, they wouldn't tell her.

Taylor gingerly lifted the blanket, ready to get off the bed, when the man beside her suddenly moved. His long, robust arm swung over and landed on her.

She instantly broke out in a cold sweat and closed her eyes, praying that he would not wake up.

Rumored had it that Claude was violent and bloodthirsty. He could easily wipe out people's existence, and she got on his bed without his permission. Her end would be horrible.

Time went by, and the room was all quiet.

He should still be asleep!

Taylor slowly opened her eyes, turned her head, but bumped into a pair of deep eyes.

His dark eyes stared at her quietly, but he had the dangerous vibe of a lurking leopard.

The eye contact made her heart lurch.

He was awake?

This was her end!

It set off a bomb in her head, and she covered her face in reflex.

Taylor soon felt a stream of warmth from her wrist. The man gripped her with his big palm.

"Who send you here?" His deep, attractive voice broke the quietness of the room.

Taylor was stunned. Did he think that she was sent here to entertain him?

While her mind was wandering, her hands were pulled off.

The moonlight came in through the window and laid across his perfect attractive face.

His eyes, as calm as the deep sea at night, contained inexplicable menace.

Her heart convulsed as she wondered if the man had sobered up.

Apart from the pungent smell of alcohol, he had a unique, refreshing fragrance that assailed her nostrils. She found it noble and somewhat familiar.

"Since you're here, your service should be in place!" Following his attractive voice, his scalding body bore down again...

Before she could respond, the man's lips had landed on hers...

The man of her dreams was amazing in stamina. Just half an hour ago, they had done it many times.

The dominant passion sent her to the clouds over and over again...

She passed out before it ended.

It was almost dawn when Taylor woke up again.

She turned around and saw the man quietly sleeping beside her.

The morning light came in and gilded his pretty features. At that moment, the man looked simply stunning!

She lost no time to hasten out of bed and pull on her clothes.

If the man caught her again, he would see and remember her face in broad daylight. By then, there would be no escape for her. Probably, he would tear her to pieces and throw her into the sea.

Before she came out last night, she put on a wig and light makeup.

To her surprise, she got a chance to sleep with the man of her dreams the first time she wore women's clothing.

It was simply thrilling!

She put on her clothes, ready to leave, when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Her heart gave a physical lurch, and she hastily hid in the bathroom.

The doorbell woke up the exalted man.

He frowned slightly and opened his shiny eyes slowly.

He picked up a remote control from the nightstand and pressed it with his slender finger. Then the door of the presidential suite opened.

Seth Watson got in and went across the living room straight to the bedroom.

He bowed his head in reverence, "Sir, Aurora committed suicide!"

When Taylor heard the name in the bathroom, the corner of her eye twitched slightly.

Aurora?

Her deceased twin sister bore the same name.

"Dead?"

The man's indifferent voice came out. It sounded like he didn't care about the life and death of that person.

"No, she has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment." Answered Seth.

"Mm!" The man hummed still indifferently.

"Your parents have gone to the hospital," Seth added.

"Mm, you can go now!" Claude said drowsily and lifted the blanket nonchalantly to get out of bed.

Only then did he remember something and instantly pull a long face.

"Seth!" His voice turned gloomy.

The assistant immediately turned back and responded reverently, "Sir."

"Did you send over a woman last night?" Rage instantly tinted his dark eyes.

"No!" Seth hurriedly shook his head, "Sir, according to your instruction, no one is allowed to get on this floor."

Besides, he knew his boss was a Stoic. How could he possibly send over any woman?

Those who attempted to get on Mr. Jones's bed were all dragged away mercilessly, fell into disrepute, and dared not covet the boss again.

What happened this time? It looked like his boss accepted the intruder, which was mind-boggling!

Seth detected the pent-up anger in his eyes and proposed hurriedly, "Sir, I'll investigate it right now!"

Seth trotted away to check the surveillance.

The Jones owned this 7-star hotel, so he could place a lockdown and forbade everyone to leave.

In the bathroom, Taylor was terrified by the grave consequences.

Sure enough, the man was fearsome when he woke up.

She had no idea how to escape.

While she was appalled and cornered, the statuesque man walked towards the bathroom.

Taylor cowered barefoot. The bathroom was spacious, but there were no other things except for a big automatic bathtub and a sink counter.

As the footsteps approached, she hastily hid behind the door, took out a lipstick from her pocket, and smeared her face.

The man pushed the door open and got in.

From behind the door, she held her breath at the sight of his lean and strong physique.

The man suddenly halted his steps.

Taylor covered her mouth, not daring to utter any sound.

The bathroom was all quiet.

She must be crazy to come here and get on his bed last night!

Now she regretted it and feared losing her life.

She stiffened at his footsteps towards the back of the door. Her blood pressure soared as she got a terrible feeling.

The man came up, saw a woman covering her face, and frowned slightly.

"It was you?"

Her ears somehow found his cold voice pleasant!

She instinctively shook her head.

"Put your hands down!" His voice was emotionless.

Perhaps, the man wanted to see what she looked like. After all, he didn't drive her away and even had a lust for her.

While Taylor was struggling inwardly, the man suddenly grabbed her hands forcefully.

Her brows furrowed with pain, but she dared not utter any sound.

Her face was smeared with lipstick, and her hair hung down loosely. In a word, she was a mess.

In the moment of desperation, she somehow boldly lifted her foot to kick the man.

The man stepped back to dodge while still gripping her wrist. As he moved, Taylor lost her balance and lunged forward.

She bumped into his solid chest and felt pain in her nose. Soon, something warm streamed out.

She touched her nose and saw blood!

The man lowered his hand, saw the blood on her hand, and felt a dull pain in his chest.

That strange feeling attacked him again.

In the past few years, he had been bothered by a heart problem. At the hospital owned by his company, those experts checked him and studied his case thoroughly. Still, the cause was identified.

The tests showed that his heart was healthy and vigorous.

His anxious parents insisted on seeking the best medical care abroad.

Still, he was diagnosed as healthy, but his heart would throb irregularly regardless of his moods.

Whenever the disease attacked, he would feel as sad as losing the most important person in his life.

Just like the present.

Taylor paled to see him suddenly bowing and covering his chest.

She wanted to check on his condition, but the sense of crisis urged her to run!

After all, he was the owner of this hotel. In a moment, his special assistant would come.

She thought to herself and slipped away while the chest pain paralyzed him.

She rushed out to the elevator, descended straight to the underground garage, and fled out of the hotel.

Along the way, she kept her head low and covered her face under those surveillance cameras.

Her escape was surprisingly smooth.

She certainly didn't know that Claude had called Seth to suspend the searching.

When she got into a cab, she felt sore and limp like a deflated balloon.

Back at her house, she tore off the wig, took a shower, wrapped up her chest, changed into a men's outfit, and revealed her neat flowing locks. She was ready to go to work in Jones Group.