My Lovely CEO Husband

Chapter 3 The Older Man

　　Henderson's features were alluring. His eyebrows were coolly arched, and underneath his double eyelids were his long eyelashes. His dark beaded eyes were cold and emotionless, yet sharp and beautiful.

　　His lips were thin with a little notch, the color on them as faint as ever. Combined with his pale complexion, it was enough to have chills running down the spines of those who lay their eyes on him. It was as if he wasn't a human, but more like the Deathlord that had crawled out from the netherworld.

　　Samantha clenched her fists in fear and did not dare to step forward.

　　Henderson seemed impatient, and he said curtly, "I told you to come here."

　　His deepened voice echoed in the room, causing it to sound even more frightening.

　　She could only take a few steps forward, when he suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped her. Samantha lost her balance and fell on to the bed. In shock, she frantically tried to pulled herself up but found her hands grabbing at the man's warm chest instead.

　　Henderson stared down at her, then turned her over like she was merely a small turtle.

　　Her snow-white cheeks were flushed with redness, and tears pooled in her eyes. She was already an adorable and lovely young girl, and her teary face made her look even more pitiful.

　　But Samantha did not dare to cry. Her throat tightened as she held back her tears, looking warily at Henderson. She was afraid that he would find her noisy and kill her.

　　He held onto the bed and gave her a hard stare. "How old are you?", he asked.

　　Her heart raced in her chest quickly, she could feel his breath on her skin. Closing her eyes as if she was as good as dead, she murmured, "I'm eighteen..."

　　The expression on Henderson's face remained stoic, and his beautiful eyes looked cold and distant. Suddenly, he scoffed and said, "So Madam really did buy me a little girl to chase away the jinx."

　　Samantha did not dare to open her eyes or speak, her petite body trembling ever so slightly.

　　He finally sat up and said, "Get up."

　　Of course, he was aware of this little girl and her background because Mrs. Falcon had informed him earlier before. If she was impure, she would not be able to get anywhere near the courtyard.

　　Samantha sat up on the bed and found him sitting in front of her. But she couldn't get on her feet, so she just sat guiltily on the bed.

　　Henderson suddenly coughed a few times, his hand got raised to cover his mouth and there was blood on it. Her eyes widened at the scene. Master Falcon was really on the brink of death.

　　When he saw her horrified look, there was a hint of smile in his eyes.

　　"This... scares you?" He teased.

　　He stood up nonchalantly and went into the bathroom to wash his hands. Only then did Samantha realized, that man was particularly tall and slender, and with his pale complexion, he looked a little feeble.

　　She then recalled the muscled body she saw earlier on, and her cheeks were like tinted pink once again. While Henderson was still in the bathroom, she quickly got out of the bed and stood by the bedside obediently, feeling clueless at the moment.

　　The concept of engaging a good-luck-bride was unheard of by the majority of the people in modern society, and so naturally, the young Samantha was not familiar with such a practice. Besides, the fact that her chosen partner was the infamous Master Falcon, who was said to be cruel and brutal, caused her to tremble in fright.

　　Soon, Henderson returned from the bathroom and saw her standing idly by the bed, resembling a helpless animal. The young girl had a graceful body, her skin as white as snow, and her face as delicate as a flower. It was quite a pleasing sight to have her there.

　　He went to sit down on the bed and said blandly to her, "No matter what type of relationship you have with the Madam, my grandam, you should behave yourself in the future. I won't kill you for the time being. But if you do anything reckless..."