Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！

With those words, Jose Floyd tightened his grip on Nicole’s body, pulling her closer into his embrace!

Nicole was startled by his sudden move, and before she had time to panic, Jose Floyd’s thin lips covered hers.

His kiss was as domineering and powerful as he was, allowing no room for her to evade, directly invading her city and territory.

Nicole’s hand was just about to move when she unintentionally noticed Jose Floyd’s right arm.

Seeing the bandaged wound, she remembered why he got injured, and the hand she planned to act with dropped weakly.

Jude Charington had demanded he exchange his hand for her life, and this injury from the fight with Jude was on the same arm.

For her, his hand was injured again and again, almost rendering it useless.

She couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t remain indifferent, and couldn’t bring herself to retaliate against him...

Her compromise made Jose Floyd push even further, his plundering becoming more and more intense.

Due to the force, the bandage on his hand showed fresh red stains.

Nicole’s eyes narrowed, filled with worry as she looked at Jose Floyd, ”Don’t move! Jose Floyd, do you want your hand to be ruined!”

Hearing her urgent exclamation, Jose Floyd glanced at his wound and then shifted his gaze to Nicole, his gaze becoming unfathomable.

Just for a fleeting moment—

Once again, Jose Floyd lowered his head, pressing down on the face below, giving no chance at all, claiming everything she had once more!

....

Everything unfolded naturally, with two hearts turned towards each other. Just one expression of love was what they lacked, and in this moment, they truly opened up to each other, sharing an unforgettable intimate encounter.

Afterwards, Jose Floyd leaned against the headboard, his gaze deepening further.

Nicole picked up Jose Floyd’s bath towel, lowered her eyes, and walked into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, recalling the previous scene, she showered absentmindedly. When her fingers touched the area on her lower back marked with ’Floyd,’ the towel slipped from her grasp onto the bathroom floor.

Thinking about her brother Arlo Seys’s phone call, remembering she said she’d go back in a week, Nicole bent down to pick up the towel, her fingertips trembled momentarily.

After all the twists and turns of love, she had fallen for the man who owned all of her, transforming her from a girl into a woman.

Jose Floyd... how did he silently and completely occupy her thoughts?

This man was domineering to the point she couldn’t resist, but a week later, when she returned to City C, how would she face him?

Nicole was in a daze in the bathroom for a while before coming out, and she saw the man on the bed, smoking a post-coital cigarette, looking profound.

Nicole lowered her gaze, walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and lay down quietly without crossing the boundary between them.

Jose Floyd smoked, glancing at Nicole from the corner of his eye, noticing her deliberate distance. His smoking was a bit harsh and hurried.

Took a deep drag.

Released a mouthful of smoke slowly.

Then his deep voice spoke, ”Nicole, it’s late at night now, tell me honestly, during those five years, did your heart stir even once?”

”Or did you ever fall for me, Jose Floyd, even for just a moment?....”

”Not acting, just purely for a moment of loving me as a person?.....”

Nicole grasped the quilt, her fingers tightening, biting her lip without uttering a word for a long time.

”Nicole, is it really so difficult to answer? It’s just one or two words.”

”’Yes’ or ’No’, can’t you just answer clearly?”

Jose Floyd’s sarcasm was so evident....