Sealed With The Sex Contract

Paul tapped a few times on the steering wheel with his slender fingers and said calmly, "You are quite lively in the face of other
men."
His voice was low as usual, but if one listened carefully, one could still find him unhappy now.
Donna froze for a moment before realizing that Paul had seen her fight with Adam and said angrily, "Justifiable self-defense is
considered to be lively? Don't you men all like gentle women.’’
She and Paul had been in a marital relationship for a year, and she had been at peace with Paul by playing the role of a wife who
was not open to the public.
Paul snorted coldly, "You do treat me gently, I didn't expect that you would treat other men differently."
For a year, Donna had no complaints or anger.
She did everything he told her, and carefully catered to his preferences.
Such a well-behaved Donna often made him a sense of helpless irritation and annoyance, but he could not find anything wrong
with her.
Noticing Paul's displeasure, Donna quietly sighed and turned to look at him with a smile, "Thenewspapers recently are full of
affairs about you these days.I heard that you are close to the popular star Effie these days?"
Her sweet voice was a little reproachful, vaguely like a jealous girlfriend in a pout.
Paul stopped frowning, and even unconsciously smiled happily, feeling the growing displeasure in his heart disappear: "Are you
jealous?"
"Isn't it true?"
Donna deliberately tilted her head and asked with aggression, "There's also a certain group's daughter who would be married to
the president of YOMA GROUP Mr.Martin, is that true?"
Paul's eyes shone brightly as he smiled and said, "We're going to the hospital to see your mom and have dinner together."
Donna responded perfunctorily and then turned to look out the window, looking as if she was angry and did not want to talk to
Paul.

Paul smiled even more happily and started the car in a happy mood.
They came back from the hospital and Paul was reading a book on the bed when Donna came out of the shower and toweled
her hair.
"I'm done bathing, so you can take a bath now.’’ Donna whispered, with her cheeks flushed with heat and her eyes bright.
Paul looked up and felt stunned when he saw her.
Such Donna looked as delicate as a flower, making him feel sexually aroused so he waved at Donna with an elusive look, "Come
here."
They had been together for a year, and Donna was already familiar with Paul's every expression, and immediately understood
what he wanted.
Her cheeks burned as she slowly walked over and sat down next to the bed, hiding her nervousness by drying her hair.
"What's wrong?"
Her voice was gentle and cute.
Paul pulled Donna's towel and tossed it aside, holding her in his lap with both hands and smelling the aroma of her shampoo.
He nibbled on Donna's ear, "You smell good!"
All Donna felt at that moment was a kind of rush hitting her brain making her sanity disappear.
"Stop it."
Donna pushed Paul and reached for the towel on the bedside table, "My hair is still wet."
Paul felt himself full of lust, and seeing Donna's cheeks blush, he took the towel into his hands before she did, "Let me help you.’
Donna was stunned when Paul had started to dry her hair.
He had never done anything like this before, and his movements were very unskilled, often accidentally pulling on Donna's hair.
"Ouch."

Donna frowned and pouted at Paul, taking the towel and dodging far away, "I'd rather do it myself’ If he kept drying her hair like
this, there was no telling how much of it would be ripped out.
Under the warm light, Donna's hair was all put to one side, and she slightly tilted her head, holding the towel and gently drying it.
Looking at her beautiful and gentle face, Paul only felt a softness in his heart, like she was the most beautiful treasure in the
world.
The temperature in the room rose much higher, and when Donna turned around a bit, she unexpected met Paul's fiery and
blazing eyes.