The little wife of the domineering president

Touch enough

The receptionist's face was pale, and she hadn't regained her composure yet when Alex had already led Evelyn into the elevator.

Thinking about meeting Alexander soon, Evelyn felt uneasy all over, and inexplicably got goosebumps.

She felt like a prey being delivered to the door, and even her clothes seemed to let in the cold, making her shiver.

The elevator doors opened, and Alex held the elevator for her, respectfully gesturing, "Ms. Evelyn, this way please."

Evelyn's hands were clasped together, nervously tugging at each other, as she slowly followed Alex.

She could even sense beforehand that the office ahead was emitting a terrifying aura.

It was like a fierce wolf lying in wait, ready to leap out at any moment and bite through her delicate neck.

This fearsome intuition made Evelyn instinctively touch her neck, and Alex had already led her to stop outside the innermost office door.

This entire floor of offices belonged solely to Alexander, devoid of any vitality, as cold as he was.

"Mr. Alexander is waiting for you inside," Alex explained before turning to leave.

This man seemed like a robot, without any unnecessary words or expressions throughout the journey.

Evelyn stared at the door handle just in front of her, with her heart pounding.

How was she going to ask Alexander for help? What if he didn't?

Thinking too much now was useless; she needed to go in first!

Biting her lip, Evelyn reached out blindly for the door handle...

Huh, it was warm?

The president's office was indeed impressive; even the door handle was temperature-controlled?

She curiously furrowed her brow, her big eyes still squinted, her small hand touching and probing this "special" door handle...

Not only was it warm, but it also had a slightly tactile feel, similar to skin.

Bang!

A chill like a knife sliced down from above.

Evelyn couldn't help but shiver, feeling like someone had sliced her neck.

She was startled and suddenly realized something, abruptly opening her eyes—

"Ah—" she screamed and retreated, as if seeing a ghost.

Alexander stood expressionless at the doorway: "You seemed so engrossed; why are you screaming so loudly?"

"I, I, I..." Evelyn stammered, trying to explain but too nervous to speak.

A blush like the sunset spread across her pale face.

Who did she step on? Why was she so unlucky!

Last night, she slept with Alexander and was teased thoroughly by him!

Now Uncle Smith was sending her abroad!

Just now, she was only trying to open the door and ended up blindly grasping Alexander's wrist.

What did she do wrong? Why did she have to endure all these things!

She really thought she had touched a leather door handle with a great feel, who knew... this man silently opened the door while she was closed-eyed.

"Don't tell me you came to find me just to touch me?" Alexander chuckled, with a hint of playful teasing in his usually cold brows.

"Of course not!"

Evelyn protested loudly and forgot the purpose of her visit in her panic, intending to run away.

But just as she took a step, her hat was grabbed from behind, and she was dragged into Alexander's office without any resistance.

"If you want to touch, come in and touch enough." Alexander spun her around, making Evelyn dizzy and almost fall backward.

However, a pair of strong arms suddenly enveloped her, confining Evelyn in his embrace and leaving her unable to move.

"Alexander, don't take advantage; I didn't come to... you!" Evelyn shook her head, struggling in embarrassment and anger.

"Oh? Really? Then what are you here for?" Alexander's dark eyes ignited with flames, lifting her smooth chin,

"You seem to have forgotten the rules again!"

Before she could protest, a forceful kiss overwhelmed her, silencing all her words.