SWNOVELS Chapter 9
Chapter 9 Are You Going to Sleep With Me?
Eleanor looked at Wesley. “I’ve told you already. It’s the only bed left here. Where else am I supposed to go?” “So, are you going to sleep with me? How can you be so cheeky?” Eleanor felt speechless for a second. Then she said, “You are the one who has no shame with nasty thoughts! Who wants to share a bed with you? Go out and stay in a hotel!” This time, it was Wesley who felt speechless. If it weren’t for his deal with Alfred, he would have gone to a hotel. Wesley didn’t explain. He emphasized again, “For one last time, get out of my bed!” His voice was nothing but cold. Eleanor frowned. “You are a man. Act like one. Be a gentleman, OK? Sleep on the couch if you don’t want to leave. Leave me alone.” Wesley was so pissed off that he reached out and tugged at Eleanor’s quilt. Eleanor wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and blurted out. “Someone! Help me! He tries to get handsy! He wants to take advantage of me!” Wesley was speechless again. He had good manners, and he never got physical with women. Otherwise, he would have beaten her up and kicked her out of bed! “Shameless and unreasonable!” Wesley said through gritted teeth and walked toward the couch, suppressing his fury. On their wedding night, they quarreled, and then Wesley, the CEO of the Laurier Group, slept on the couch for the night. The next day, Wesley woke up with a sore back. Eleanor was still asleep. She was lying on the soft big bed. Due to the press of the pillow, her facial features were squeezed together. With her mouth cooked, she was sleeping soundly. He could tell that she was sleeping comfortably. He frowned, looked at her, and thought. “I have to figure out a way to get her to get out of my bed voluntarily.” He knew it couldn’t be rushed, so he looked away, got up, worked out, washed up, had breakfast, and went to work as usual. Wesley was a typical workaholic, spending almost every day of the year in the office. He was now 27 years old, and all he cared about was work. He never gave a damn about relationships. He was busy until ten o’clock in the morning. He had just informed his staff of an emergency meeting when he got a call from the East Side Police Department. The police in charge of the case didn’t know his identity and cut to the chase. “Hi. This is the police from the East Side Police Department. Your wife has an accident, please come over.” Without thinking, Wesley said, “You’ve got the wrong number. I don’t have a wife.” He hung up, and the police soon called him again. “Aren’t you Eleanor Basford’s family? She gave us your number. She said that you were her husband.” Wesley was stunned. He only remembered that he was married when he heard Eleanor’s name. “What happened to her?” “She’s been in a fight. Come over here now. It’s quite serious.” Wesley was speechless. He thought, “What kind of woman did I marry? “She can’t stay out of trouble for a single day, can she?” Wesley didn’t pick Eleanor up at the police station until evening. He wasn’t going to, but when he remembered his deal with Alfred that he could not sleep in separate rooms with Eleanor, he came anyway. Yet he deliberately arrived at the police station only when it was dark just so as to teach Eleanor a lesson and intimidate her. Then he could strike a deal with her. As soon as he entered the police station, he saw Eleanor sitting in the corner. She had a ponytail, wearing light gray slacks and a hoodie, her hands in her pockets, and she looked at him gloomily, pouting and frowning. Wesley figured that she was annoyed that he was here late. He ignored her and went straight to the police. After he stated his relationship with her, the police said immediately. “Your wife is something. She confronted six men on her own, and they were all badly hurt! They are all still lying in the hospital right now. Two are with broken arms, two are with broken legs, and two can never have sex again.” Wesley was stunned.