Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey

Chapter 152 Time For A Bath And Sleep

Nicholas’ face turned as dark as charcoal, his anger simmering just beneath the surface, ready to be ignited by

even the smallest spark. “What did she say?” he muttered, struggling to comprehend Nancy’s words. “Young hunk?

Mature man? Sister-brother romance? She even said she liked them all and wanted to try them one by one.” He

stood by the bedside, silently witnessing her shocking revelations. If he hadn’t heard it with his own ears, he would

have found it impossible to accept.

“Nancy, what about the person you’ve had a crush on for ten years?” His pitch-black eyes locked onto her, his voice

laced with a cold and unyielding tone. “How can you move on as soon as you say you don’t love him?” Though he

knew he wouldn’t get an answer, the burning rage within him continued to smolder.

She was a forgetful woman, capable of forgetting with alarming ease. Furthermore, she had just divorced him two

days ago, yet she was already so eager to find a new boyfriend..

Nicholas felt increasingly uneasy as the reality of the situation sunk in. He grabbed Nancy’s wrist, pulling her

towards him and burying his tall frame in the bed. With one hand supporting himself and the other gripping her

wrist, he pressed it against the headboard, effectively trapping her in his gaze.

way, she had to face him, and the proximity was undeniable.

This

Her flushed and petite face met his, and for the first time in a while, he felt a sense of reassurance and familiarity.

Only now did he start to feel a bit more at ease in his heart after truly seeing her and embracing her.

“Nancy, do you remember that you’ve just divorced? Why are you so eager to look for a boyfriend?” Nicholas

suppressed his anger and asked with restraint.

Nancy briefly opened her eyes, then closed them again, muttering her defiance, “Who are you to control me?”

His response was curt, teeth clenched. “I’m your husband.”

She chuckled as if she had heard a huge joke. “You’re not even a professional liar. Let me tell you…” As she spoke,

she reached out and grabbed onto Nicholas’ arm, her body gracefully bending as she leaned in close to his ear.

With a gentle exhale, she continued, “I’m already divorced. I only have an ex- husband. Where would I get a

husband?”

Nancy’s lips brushed against Nicholas’ earlobe, creating an intimate closeness between them. Her warm breath on

his skin was like a gentle caress. This tender sensation tormented him, pushing his emotional restraint to its limits.

Words were no longer necessary; the atmosphere between them was overwhelming. When she finally spoke, her

voice took on a breathy, seductive tone, making him even more defenseless. The tension within him, once taut like

a bowstring, snapped with a resounding crash, shattering into two pieces.

“What a fool!” she remarked, her earlier laughter replaced by criticism as she tried to leave.

However, Nicholas acted swiftly, grabbing Nancy’s waist with one hand and forcefully pulling her closer to him. In

that instant, he understood that there was no way he could let her go. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to

hers, and they kissed. The intensity of their embrace increased as he greedily savored her unique flavor, consumed

by a storm of desire that swept through them.

“Mm… mmm…” Nancy clenched her fist, her inner turmoil overwhelming her as she struggled against the

overwhelming tide of emotions. With one hand finally free, she raised it. She delivered a powerful slap to Nicholas’

face, a physical manifestation of her frustration.

The man, as if abruptly awakened, released his grip on her and straightened her disheveled clothes. He looked at

her with tenderness in his eyes and apologized, “Nancy, I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself.” He had always prided

himself on his unwavering self-control. At that moment, his thoughts were like a stampede of wild horses beyond his

control, pushing him to desire her and make her his own. “Nicholas, you’re despicable!” Fueled by frustration, he

clenched his fist and slammed it onto the table.

Then, Nicholas called room service. “I have a drunk woman here. Please send two people to help.”

“Of course, Mr. Sallow. Please wait a moment. We will send someone over right away.”.

The hotel’s five-star service promptly responded, with staff arriving at the door in less than five minutes. Nicholas

instructed them, “Give her a hot bath and change her into clean clothes.”

“Mr. Sallow, where is this young lady’s nightgown?”

“Wait à moment. I’ll go get it.” After that, Nicholas made a phone call to Luke.

Meanwhile, the situation with Linda was not much better.

The moment she stepped into the room and laid eyes on Luke, her intoxication began to wane, leaving her

considerably more lucid. While she remained inebriated, she could still discern that the man. carrying her was Luke.

Her alcohol tolerance was undoubtedly superior to Nancy’s, thanks to her prior exposure to numerous social

drinking occasions. Moreover, the cool night breeze during the return. journey contributed to her regaining some

sobriety.

As Linda set her sights on the man and her thoughts inevitably drifted to Nancy, irritation washed over her. She

pointed at him, her gaze somewhat unfocused, and asked, “Luke? Why are you here? Do you have any idea how

much I don’t want to see you right now, especially when you’re associated with Nicholas?”

“Linda, you’re drunk. I’m here to help you take a bath and go to sleep,” Luke assured her, pulling her

closer.

However, she seemed to have an uncanny ability to sense his action as her eyes twinkled mischievously.

Subsequently, she retreated to a corner and crouched down, hiding from his view.

Pointing her hand at Luke with a dissatisfied expression, Linda quipped, “None of you men are any good. You’re all

playing both sides. Nicholas is one, and it seems you’re no different. Don’t think I don’t know why you’ve come to

find me.”

Her slurred words grew progressively more offensive, causing his demeanor to turn colder. He reached out and

forcefully pulled her into his chest, asserting, “Go take a bath and then sleep.”

Linda sensed that Luke was upset, and under normal circumstances, she might not argue with him. However, today

was different; she wanted to defy him while intoxicated, just to test the boundaries. “I don’t want to,” she protested,

pushing him away. “I’m not tired. Let me go.”

“I’ll say it again. Go take a shower.” His aura became even colder, and his voice dropped in volume.

Without giving her a chance to respond, he dragged her into the bathroom, while she continued to resist. “I don’t

want to. I’m not tired, and I don’t want to sleep.”

He fixed his intense gaze on her. “At least take a bath. Or do you want me to stay with you?” He couldn’t ignore the

strong smell of alcohol emanating from her. “You reek of alcohol, he scolded sternly. “I’ve told you not to drink, but

you’ve ended up like this.”

Just then, Luke’s phone rang, and Linda seized the opportunity to push him away in frustration while he reached for

the phone call. “I’ll wash up on my own. I don’t need your help

Nicholas arrived promptly, having been informed of the room number. As Luke opened the door for Nicholas, he

couldn’t resist making a joke. “You’re quick. The two of you, ex-husband and ex-wife, sharing a room. Have you

done anything to satisfy your desires?”

Nicholas responded with a cold glance, his scrutiny of Luke’s attire revealing his displeasure. In a frigid tone, he

asked, “What have you done to Linda?”