I Rented A Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 37

"Jenson ......"

Olivia called out and didn't have a chance to speak again.

The man stroked her body with great skill, and piece by piece their clothes came off their bodies.

The night, still long, the man's panting and the woman's whimpering have been non-stop.

Next day.

A rainstorm washed the earth, and when it was completely light, the rain stopped.

Olivia felt a little cold and she instinctively rubbed herself against the warmth next to her.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her and she smelled something a little familiar and a little unfamiliar.

This is Jenson's!

Olivia opened her eyes with a jolt and saw that she was actually nestled in Jenson's arms for warmth, and she panicked, pushing Jenson away and rolling under the bed.

"Dang!"

She gloriously kisses the floor.

"Livvy."

Jenson was awakened and sat up. When he saw her sitting on the floor, he jumped out of bed, picked her up, put her back on the bed, and pulled the blanket over her.

Olivia's face was pale.

She confirmed one thing.

Last night, she and Jenson actually had sex and became a real couple.

"Livvy."

Jenson saw her clutching the covers tightly and was amused and distressed, so he leaned down, kissed her on the cheek, and said softly, "Livvy, I'm sorry I was rough."

He was pestering her like a brat.

Olivia's face turns from white to red with shame.

"Jenson ......"

Fine kisses fell on her lips, and Jenson coaxed her with a gentle tone, "Call your husband, Livvy, call your husband."

Olivia pulled up the quilt and covered her whole body.

She hadn't recovered from the madness of last night.

How did this happen?

"Wife."

Jenson tried to pull back the covers, "Don't cover your head, it's stuffy."

"Jenson , you get my clothes, and then, you get out, I need to change."

Olivia said as she hid under the covers.

Jenson smiled, "Good."

She is shy.

Bringing her clothes, Jenson complied and exited the room so she could change.

Instead, he went to prepare the couple's breakfast.

"Knock Knock ......"

There was a knock on the door.

Jenson, wearing an apron and holding a spatula in his hand, hurried out and said as he walked, "Here we are, who is it?"

The door opened and there was Frank's black, charcoal-like face.

"Brother, you're here."

Jenson froze for a moment before smiling and saying hello.

Frank was called by his brother as if he had exploded.

He angrily grabbed Jenson by the collar.

Angry: Jenson , who is your brother now? You are not allowed to call me brother, you bastard, what did you do to my sister last night? My phone is going to be burst by my phone, actually did not answer my calls, and also do not let me in the door, causing me to guard at the door all night, I want to break into the door to break you in pieces!"