Billionaire's Sweet Wife

The environment inside the box is diametrically opposed to the loudness outside. Even a needle can be heard falling to the ground  right now. The only thing that is constant is the gloomy lighting. I only know that a man is sitting on the sofa.  this man is very tall, at least 180 pounds, and should still be holding a drink.

"She has arrived, Mr. Campbell." With tremendous respect, the manager stated.

Mr. Campbell? Is this the Mr. Campbell I'm looking for? I greatly want to step forward and confirm the identity of the man in front of me, but my reason returned just in time.

The manager saw the man wave his hand.

There were only two of us remaining in the enormous box at the moment, and I was so scared that my hair practically stood up.

"Come here." The man's deep seductive voice rang in my ears, and I took two hard steps forward as if I were possessed.

I only see a man sitting on the sofa, around 30 years old, with molded facial features, casual posture, softly shaking the red wine in the cup with his left hand, and emitting aristocratic attitude between his actions.

"Can you tell me your name?" He placed the glass on the coffee table in front of him and smiled lazily at me.

"Nadine Irene." I dutifully reported myself.

"Hello, my name is Ryan Campbell!" The man's speech is magnetic

"Is that Ryan Campbell?" So, is he the Mr. Campbell I'm seeking for? I pulled my head up. High nose bridge, angular brows like a knife carving.

Yes, only Mr. Campbell can have this disposition, so I burst out laughing. I had the good fortune to be off the charts, and I met him on the first night.

"Do you know me?" Ryan Campbell raised his eyebrows as he noticed me staring at him in anticipation for a while.

I was embarrassed when I realized what had happened. Ryan Campbell was directly in front of me, but I had no idea what to do. I wasn't sure why I had sought for his assistance so quickly. Will he assist me?

"Excellent, come here!" Ryan Campbell's mouth turned slightly as he  smiled at me.

I grinned awkwardly.

I moved uneasily at first, then sat on the sofa next to him with stiff hands and feet, dropped my head and didn't say anything, and didn't dare to look up at him.

"Irene, I'm not so terrifying, am I?"

Huh? I looked up, on a pair of smiling eyes, suddenly little face flushed, embarrassed at the time, eyes flew to the mouth, took up the glass on the table, said uncomfortable,

"I toast you, Mr. Campbell!"

I then lifted my neck and swallowed it down. I may have had a little too much to drink. I became unsteady and collapsed on the sofa.

My nerves are much more relaxed than they were just now, thanks to the catalyst of alcohol, and my brain has finally returned to normal. The reason for my visit has become abundantly evident. Isn't Ryan Campbell the one who assisted me? The Lord is now only around the corner. Will my struggle be in vain if I pass up this fantastic opportunity?

Thinking about this, I stood up, poured myself another glass of wine, took a deep breath, and sat down next to Ryan Campbell. "I propose another toast to you, Mr. Campbell."

Ryan Campbell's eyes flashed a glimpse of nakedness, her mouth slightly lifted, and her curiosity reached new heights as she gazed at the woman on the side. What is causing this woman to change her mind? But he remembered that this small lady had just appeared to be a good woman. How could she have transformed her appearance so drastically in such a short period of time?

While Ryan Campbell was staring at me, I was severely hypnotizing myself, but I needed to get things done.

"What's the matter, Mr. Campbell?Do I have dirt on my face?"

The viewpoint of Irene Nadine

I see Ryan Campbell still doesn't speak, so I took a sip of the glass and aimed it at the man's thin lips.

This is a duel between strength and beauty, as well as between men and women, with somewhat chilly red lips competing against slightly hot thin lips. I had intended to get Ryan Campbell drunk, but I had no idea that the glass of red wine in my hand had been inadvertently placed in my stomach by feeding me with his lips.

I'm not good at drinking.  I felt the ceiling shake after drinking two glasses of red wine.

"It's scorching! My head is spinning!" My cheeks were scarlet, my body was incredibly hot and dry, and my hands kept fanning my face, but I couldn't get the heat and dryness to go away. I needed to walk out of the private room to breathe, but when I stood up, my legs became weaker and weaker, and I collapsed into Ryan Campbell's arms. I became increasingly thirsty and hot.

Ryan Campbell lifted a good-looking radian from the corners of his mouth as he peered at me in his arms. He wondered how skilled I was at drinking.

He  gently pulled me aside. He's not willing to force a woman.

I fell into tears as I observed myself being pushed away and screamed to myself, "You are so cruel, I am also reared by you, you are so cruel!"

I took Ryan Campbell as my uncle and aunt. Ryan Campbell smirked. He had never seen a woman cry before, so he pulled out a handkerchief and helplessly wiped my tears.

Ryan Cambell's Pov

She cried hard, looking pitiful. I  was taken aback at the time.i  was used to seeing lustrous women in bars, strong women in business, and smart and capable women at work, but I had never seen a woman cry so elegantly.

Irene's Pov

I pitifully pounded into Ryan Campbell's arms while lying in his embrace. Our two small hands brushed against each other restlessly, and my left hand accidentally brushed against Ryan Campbell's crotch.

Ryan Campbell's arms were already heated and dry, and my movements made him even more aroused. I kept pressing against Ryan Campbell' muscled chest .