I Love You At The Right Time

Wen’s arms are clinging to her waist as if to break her in the middle.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Hey! What are you doing?” She claps him on the arm and struggles.

He turns over and presses against her. In the darkness, his eyes light up.

The slender fingers fall on her neck, tighten up a little bit by bit, like boiling a frog in warm water.

At first she only feels difficult to breathe, then she almost suffocates.

“Wen!” Squeezes out the word from her teeth, Claudia smiles with her red lips： “Are you going to strangle me?”

He gazes into the depths of her eyes.

The strength is loose and the thin lips are close to her ear. “Claudia, what do you want? What do you want? What on earth do you want?”

Claudia only smiles and caresses his handsome and delicate face with her slender hand. “I want too much and too little.”

“Don’t play charades with me.”

“How dare I? Wen, you can’t give me what I really want. So,” she pauses, the seriousness in her eyes passes quickly and she turns into the sophisticated, hypocritical, heartless woman again.

“All you have to do is to give me money, give me rights, houses, cars, jewelry, and…”

“Shut up!” sniffs with disgust, Wen withdrows his body and puts on clothes.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Claudia sits up and only has time to glance at his tall figure disappear behind the door.

She lies down, closes her eyes and laughs slowly.

He is angry again.

What an angry man.

… …

A red Maserati stops in front of Pamela, the door opens and Claudia bends down to get off.

Deep V jumpsuit with bold cut, long hair down, black sunglasses.

Claudia shows Pamela what it means to have legs under one’s chest, wearing 10cm high－heels.

Gritting her teeth, Pamela rushes up and points at Maserati. ” You have traded up to a new car again!”

“Uh－huh, the previous one was damaged.” Claudia flicks her hair carelessly, takes her sunglasses off and looks at Pamela. “What do you want from me?”

Pamela crosses her arms and mumbles, “I have an interview tomorrow.”

“Interview?”

“You don’t have to worry about the details.” With a fidgety wave of her hand, Pamela walks straight to the mall. “Buy me some clothes for the interview.”

She knows that there must be no benefitwhen Pamela invites her out. It turns out that she considers her as an ATM.

The shopping mall sells women’s clothing on the third to sixth floors. After they enter the elevator, Pamela directly presses down on the sixth floor and then leans against the elevator, staring at Claudia.

Claudia does not pay attention to her, looking down on the sunglasses in her hand.

There are all international brands on the sixth floor, which are at high prices, no doubt. Even a T－shirt costs thousands.

Pamela comes out of the elevator, walks directly to the most expensive women’s clothing store, obviously she has done research.

Claudia follows her leisurely and is surrounded by shopping guides as soon as she enters.

“Miss Claudia, welcome.”

Claudia nods and smiles at Pamela’s astonished, darkened face. “She has an interview tomorrow. Choose some clothes for her. By the way, Pamela, what kind of interview do you have? If you don’t say it, how can they help you?”

Pamela recovers from the shock and bulges her cheeks angrily. “No need to help me! I choose for myself!”

With that, she takes her off and steps in the store.

Claudia smiles helplessly at the shopping guides, walks to the sofa in the rest area and sits down to read magazines.

“Mrs. Wen, they all say that the clothes in this shop are good. Let’s go in and have a look?”

There is a beautiful woman surrounded by several ladies, and their words are full of flattery.

The beautiful woman smiles and nods and steps in.

Claudia lifts her eyes inadvertently and is shocked. In panic, the magazine in her hands falls to the ground and the sound it makes attracts the attention of all the people.

The glances come from a neither far nor close distance, calm like a pool of water, without any waves.

The ladies recognize Claudia.

Well, it will be strange if they don’t know her, the famous butterfly of the upper class in the 49 City.

There are all disdain and scorn in their eyes.

Then suddenly comes the beautiful woman towards Claudia. She stands in front of her, “Miss Claudia.”

Claudia takes a deep breath, clenches her fingers into fists, with her fingernails digging into her palms.