Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love

Abraham Redington carried the intoxicated Molly Wellington into the condominium and then took her to the bedroom.

Looking at the woman lying on the bed with delicate brows gently furrowed and lips pursed, as if unable to find peace even in her dreams, Abraham’s deep gaze revealed helplessness.

Originally angry at her for being ’unreliable’, deciding to ignore Molly Wellington for one night, Abraham could only sit by the bed, reaching out to stroke Molly’s delicate face.

"Molly..." He lowered his gaze to look at her, with a hint of petulance still in his deep blue eyes, "Seeing how much you like me, I’ll forgive you this time."

Abraham had not intended to forgive Molly Wellington.

At the very least, he wanted her to act coy, apologize, hold him and gently coax him before reluctantly listening to her.

But just now, when he heard that man named Lincoln Harrison say that his Molly had been muttering the words ’Abbie’ all night.

Abraham’s awkward heart was suddenly healed.

The man’s slender fingers gently touched Molly Wellington’s soft cheek, speaking one word at a time to the sleeping woman, "Molly Wellington, it turns out you like me so much... From now on, you must always like me this much, no changing heart."

After speaking, Abraham leaned down to kiss the woman’s soft lips.

Accompanied by Molly Wellington’s unconscious murmurs from her intoxication, he slowly removed the woman’s clothes, bringing her into his broad embrace.

...

The next day, when Molly Wellington awoke in the morning sunlight, she found herself lying sideways, embraced from behind by a man.

Molly Wellington slowly opened her sleepy eyes and found herself completely naked, all her sleepiness vanished.

The woman’s soft almond-shaped eyes suddenly opened wide, and the next moment, as she looked down to see a man’s big hand wrapped around her waist, she uncontrollably cried out.

"Ah... You... Let go..."

The woman’s startled exclamation and movements woke the man who had indulged himself the night before.

Abraham opened his eyes with a lazy air.

Seeing Molly Wellington turn her head, and revealing an astonished expression after recognizing his face, he slightly curved his lips and said with wicked amusement, "How about it, Honey, are you satisfied with what you see?"

Such vulgar lines were spoken by Abraham in a deep magnetic voice, yet they carried a unique sexy undertone.

Molly Wellington, who upon waking had assumed she had been with a stranger after getting drunk last night, was astonished when she turned and saw Abraham, but inexplicably felt a sense of security in her heart.

Luckily, it was Abraham.

"It was you..." Molly Wellington’s astonishment faded, and she removed his hand.

She snuggled back under the blanket, wrapping herself.

The man curved his lips with a low laugh, propping his hand against his head, looking down at the woman hiding under the blanket: "If not me, who else... Molly, were you actually expecting to be with someone else?"

Molly Wellington hid under the blanket, exposing only her almond-shaped eyes, and said to Abraham somewhat peeved, "I don’t know, anyway, no matter who I end up with outside, you don’t care, right?"

Last night she told him she couldn’t accompany him after work, but what she thought in her heart was to sit with the seniors for a while and then find an excuse to come home early to be with him.

But Abraham’s reply, the cold ’oh’, made all of Molly Wellington’s guilt dissolve.

Perhaps, even after nearly three years, their relationship was still the same as in the past.

The one who unilaterally liked the other always seemed to be only her.