Dangerous Desire The CEO’s Hidden Woman

Francis frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean anyway? I was young once too, you know. I went to college, and graduated, and-”

“No, no, you’re missing the point, Francis,” Scarlett said, interrupting him. “You just don’t look… I don’t know, distinguished, I guess. You’re not like Damon, Eve’s boyfriend. He has a certain… a refinement to him. You know what I mean?”

“So you like Damon?” Francis said, full of jealousy.

Scarlett nodded readily and said, “Yeah, I’m just saying I like his temperament. It’s much better than yours.”

Francis suddenly took out his cellphone, and Scarlett stared at him in confusion. Then she realized what was going on: Francis called Damon.

“Damon, your wife has opened a restaurant in France. I think you’d better come here to take a look if you have time,” he said.

“I don’t have time these days,” Damon answered.

“You don’t have time? Well, I gotta tell you that she has a new boyfriend here, and I guess you don’t have time for that either, right?” Francis continued.

Upon hearing that, Damon instantly asked, “Tell me the address right now!”

After that, Francis hung up the phone delightedly and showed his phone triumphantly to Scarlett and said, “See, Damon still loves his wife now. You don’t have the slightest chance!”

Scarlett wondered how she had found herself such a ridiculously jealous man to be with. She shook his hands off and strode on. Francis smiled and followed close behind. He loved teasing Scarlett.

***

As Scarlett introduced Francis to her professor, she could tell her professor was stunned.

Francis shook hands with her professor and conversed with him for a few minutes in French. It was Scarlett’s first time hearing Francis speaking French, and she was extremely impressed. She hadn’t realized that Francis was perfectly fluent. In fact, he sounded straight-up charming when he spoke French– the language of love.

Once Scarlett handed over the last paper of the semester to her professor, a smile of satisfaction spread across her face. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had worked hard on her paper and would likely get a good grade on it. She felt confident that she had given the assignment everything she had.

“Francis, let’s go back home now!” she said smilingly as she took his arm. The two left the professor’s office joyfully.

“Before we go back home, I want to take you to a place!” he said.

“Where are we going?” she asked, and then she touched his face and went on, “Oh, and… you are very charming when you speak French… I just have to admit that I really want you right now….”

Francis put his arms around her neck and gave a deep kiss on her neck. He joked, “Oh? Since when did you become so superficial? Wow, I wish you would have shown me this side of you earlier!”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

When Scarlett heard that, she burst into laughter.

As they came out of the school gates, a low-key sedan stopped in front of them. Francis helped Scarlett get in, and she asked with a grin, “Are you gonna throw a party for me? To celebrate the end of the semester?”

“What? Who celebrates the end of a semester? It’s just a regular dinner, Scarlett.”

“What exactly are you doing here?” Scarlett said angrily.

“Well, I want to have a meal with my daughters,” he said as he looked at her bulging belly affectionately.

It was getting dark, and the car had been driving along the road for quite a while. Scarlett had fallen asleep in Francis’s arms by the time the car pulled into the parking lot of a brightly lit castle. Every window shone like a lost star shining against the dark sky.

As the car halted to a stop, Scarlett woke up.

“Where are we?” Scarlett rubbed her eyes and looked at the splendid building.

The servants waiting at the door instantly came up and said, “Mr. Sandler and Mrs. Sandler, I am so very pleased to welcome you here!”

“Lead the way!” Francis nodded his head.

Scarlett looked around in awe. The sight of the majestic castle under the moonlight was absolutely stunning– it was nothing she had witnessed before in her life.

It seemed like the castle had been rented out for a private party that night. Along the way to the entrance, Francis and Scarlett saw celebrities and politicians alike. Everyone around was rich and powerful.

“Please!” The male servant pulled the chairs out for them and said respectfully.

Scarlett and Francis sat on opposite sides of the table covered with white cloth, and they looked at each other. Francis raised his hand and signaled the waiter to start serving the dishes.

As the dark red wine was slowly poured into the glass, he raised the glass and smiled at her. Scarlett was struck in the heart by his charming smile, so she pretended to be overwhelmed by his charm. Francis just smiled and put down his glass, however, before he spoke, Scarlett just said, “How can you drink such good wine alone? You are so selfish!”

Since Scarlett was pregnant, she was saddled with boring old water. Under the light of the candle, Francis stared at her and felt she was getting prettier so that he couldn’t help himself.

“Scarlett…”

The atmosphere was just too romantic to resist. There were no other guests in the restaurant, so they had a huge VIP room all to themselves. Through the window, they saw the moonlight and the shadows of trees outside.

The final dish was dessert: tiramisu.

Scarlett was full and couldn’t eat any more food. However, she didn’t want to disappoint Francis, so she picked at the tiramisu delicately.

She used her fork to scrape the top layer of espresso cream icing gently to prove that she was not stuffed.

Upon seeing that, Francis just smiled and looked into her eyes and said, “Are you full?”

“Of course not!” she said; after that, she forked one big piece of tiramisu and stuffed it into her mouth to prove that she was not full.

However, as she chewed the food, she felt something hard against her teeth. “Ouch!” She screamed out.

“What happened?” Francis asked.

“My tooth… it feels like my tooth almost broke. There is a stone in this cake!” she said as she spits something out onto the plate.