Page 11 of The Rancher's Unloved Wife

But already she was taking her first step with legs that threatened to turn into jelly at any moment.

Absolutely not!

And yet she was taking another step.

And another.

And another.

Until her legs finally folded at the perfectly right time, and she found herself kneeling right in front of him, and she was at eye level with...that.

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Her entire body shook at the sudden feel of Ryu slowly driving his fingers through the locks of her hair.

And then he was gripping her head—-

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And she found herself gasping as he slowly guided her head to his throbbing length—-

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And finally, oh finally...

"Mrs. Harcourt?"

A formal-sounding voice was addressing her, and it wasnother husband's voice.

Summerine woke up to the sight of her personal driver holding the door open, his face stoic.

"I'm s-sorry."

Because I think you just witnessed something you weren't supposed to witness.

She hurried out of the backseat of the SUV that Ryu had assigned for her exclusive use, and Summerine was unable to meet Andrew's gaze as she thanked him.

A wet dream, Summerine!

Embarrassment engulfed her, and Summerine, in sudden need of a detour, made a hard right turn to the powder room as soon as she was inside the university.

You!

She glared at her reflection in a fit of woeful frustration.

How can you—-

I just can't believe you—-

Aaaaargh!

A week had already passed since she had become Ryu's wife.

A week.

But in that long, painfully awkward week—-

She had madezeroprogress on planning her escape, and the thought had her glaring at her reflection anew.

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