Contract Marriage: My Sweet Bossy Wife novel Chapter 87

Hearing this, Felix subconsciously turned around and looked upstairs. Amara was leaning lazily against the railing and was looking down at him. She had bathed and changed her clothes. Her hair was still wet.

Felix's dark purple silk shirt was worn by Amara. Her skin looked unbelievably fair in it.

“If you don't like these clothes, I'll ask someone to send you some ones. Don’t wear my shirt.” Felix frowned.

“It's so late now. Why do you have to bother others? Don’t be so mean.” Amara looked at Felix.

Felix walked upstairs. He pulled Amara into the huge bedroom, found her a pair of trousers and threw them on the bed.

“Well, what am I doing with your trousers? How can I wear those long trousers? Ugly!”

It's usual for women to wear men's shirts and men's trousers.

Felix looked at Amara. She was only 23 years old. She had been famous for beauty since childhood. She would certainly not wear his pants.

Felix suddenly stepped forward and pushed Amara to bed with force.

Amara didn't expect Felix to do so. It was the second time they shared a bed with each other.

Amara couldn't figure out what Felix was thinking. He was silent for a few seconds, took his trousers directly, and forced Amara to put them on.

“Felix! Is there something wrong with you? I won't wear anything if I don't want to!”

Amara fought desperately. She suddenly grabbed Felix's collar and pulled it. Because of inertia, Felix's fell on her.

“Ouch!”

Felix took deep a breath. Amara bit his clavicle. He was on the edge f indignation.

“I only indulge you once. I have tons of ways to make you wear the trousers.”

Felix trapped her on bed.

“I'm not a child anymore. If you want to have one-night stand now, I won’t be fooled.”

Amara gently sucked his clavicle, with her eyes staring at Felix.

He eventually let go of her quietly.

Because of the argument, the purple silk shirt had slipped.

Amara tried her best to push Felix aside. He was not annoyed. He turned over quickly and then leaned lazily on the bed.

Amara quickly got up and quickly put on the black trousers. She looked hilarious.

“You are a guy at 20s. It’s normal for you to have sex. If you keep restraining yourself from your sexual desire, you might be sexual apathy. Even if you don't want Leila to suffer, you can find someone else.” Amara glanced at Felix.

“I can be very tricky when it comes to picking a sex partner. You know it very well.”

Felix's eyes fell on Amara.

“Well, sorry. I'm hard to get.” Amara smiled.

“If so, it’s none of your business.”

Felix got up and walked towards the bathroom.

When Felix appeared again, he subconsciously looked for Amara.

“Ouch!”

Felix suddenly heard a cry from the kitchen downstairs.

He hurried downstairs to the kitchen and saw Amara fiddling with some ingredients. Her finger accidentally touched the edge of the hot pot.

“Does it hurt?”

Felix didn't even think about it. He directly put Amara's scalded finger into his mouth.

Amara didn't stop him.

“You are really fast this time.” Amara looked at him.

“You know better than anyone else.” Felix applied the ointment to her finger.

“What are you doing? It’s late.”

“I suddenly want to eat something.”

“Tell me what you want to eat.”

“Why do you have to spoil me like this? If you abandon me, I would not be able to take care of myself.” Amara looked at him.

“Just wait for me. I'll cook for you.”

Felix carried Amara in his arms, walked back to the living room and gently put her on the sofa.

Felix was quite good at cooking.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

“Who is it?” Felix asked.

“Your mother.” Amara looked through the monitor.

“Hide quickly and don't make any sound.” Felix's face suddenly became gloomy.

Amara didn't argue with him and hurried upstairs to hide in the bedroom.

“Felix! Are you with that bitch now? How come she dare to return to Ameriart?”