CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

CEO’s Surrender With You I Can Never Win Chapter 44

“Miss, nice to meet you. May I help you?” The saleswoman walked to Finley enthusiastically.

Finley was a little shy. She looked at those sexy underclothes and became hesitant.

“Which style does the men like?” Finley bit her lower lip with embarrassment.

“The less fabric, the better; the more transparent, the better. Come, here are our most popular products. The series made of silk and black gauze, and sexy lingerie such as nurse’s outfits, school uniforms, sailor suits…”

Finley stood transfixed with shock because this was completely a new world for her.

Anyway, the saleswoman was professional. She impressed Finley with her expertise.

The saleswoman had introduced the products to Finley for ten minutes. In the end, Finley chose black lacy underwear instead of those the saleswoman had recommended. She left in a hurry after paying the bill.

On her way out, Finley kept hiding her face behind her hands.

It was an embarrassing experience!

Night fell.

Bryan came back from work.

Finley wasn’t on the first ground. Bryan went back to his room upstairs without asking one question.

As usual, Bryan took off his suit jacket in the bedroom and then went to take a shower in the

bathroom.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Finley, who had been hiding on Bryan’s bed for a long time, poked her little head out of the quilt and took two deep breaths.

She felt short of breaths. Finley had been hiding there for more than one hour.

Bryan came home late. Perhaps, he had had some networking to do tonight.

“Finley smelt the strong alcohol from that suit jacket on the sofa in a distance.

About 20 minutes later, the bathroom door was pulled open. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

With a whoosh, Finley hid herself under the quilt again.

Bryan came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe.

Under the quilt, Finley was afraid that her heart would jump out of her chest at any second because

it beat like mad.

The footsteps became louder and louder.

Finley had a plan.

When Bryan lifted up the quilt, she would jump into his arms and pull him down on the bed.

With a soft body in his arms, how couldn’t Bryan lose his cool?

For Finley, it seemed one century had passed. The footsteps stopped by the bed, but that was all.

Finley was hot–tempered.

Why hadn’t Bryan lifted up the quilt yet? What was he waiting for?

His wife was lying on the bed! She had warmed the bed up for Bryan!

Come on! Lift the quilt now!

Ten minutes passed. Finley lost her patience in the end and crawled out of the quilt.

Bryan leaned against the headboard with his arms crossed and stared at Finley with a faint smile.

“How do you feel about my bed? Good?”

“Well… Not bad. That the two of us sleep on it will be better.” Finley lifted the quilt and fanned her hot ears with her hands.

Finley was wearing a black lacy nightdress, and her fair skin was exposed.

Her fair and glowing arms would be the best weapons for Finley to seduce Bryan.

“Apart from s*x, do you have nothing else in your mind? Are you horny?” Bryan leaned over,

pinched Finley on the jaw, and squinted at her arrogantly.

“Screw you!” Finley pulled Bryan’s hand away, sat up, and left the room with anger after rolling her eyes at Bryan.

Bryan had no flaws, apart from his sharp tongue.

Silence pervaded the room. Bryan looked around in a daze.

Then, he curled his lips and turned cold.

Bryan walked to the French window, poured a glass of whiskey, sat on the sofa, and then took a few gulps.

Without that incident, Bryan might try to love a woman with an open heart.