Submit To The Boss Lucia And August Novel Chapter 696 – Lure That Presented Itself to Him
Lure That Presented Itself to Him Blood poured from the cut of Timothy’s forehead. But he didn’t cry, only taking out some
tissue to cover the wound. “Timothy!” Lucia exclaimed and dashed towards her son.
August pre-empted Lucia to hold Timothy into his arms. Father’s placatory embrace gave Timothy a sufficient sense of security and eventually got
this strong boy to bury his little head into August’s chest as he began to weep quietly.
Feeling his son quivering upon his chest, August instructed solemnly, “Alex, could you help me invite the doctor of the screw to my room? Thank you!” After that, he approached Yoyo slowly and looked down at her with a hostile. gaze.
Yoyo swallowed drily and her legs felt too numbed and weak to move. She could only stay there, waiting for August’s ultimatum.
“You said you are willing to quit the show?” His aloof and bland voice sounded more fearsome than that with rage.
Yoyo hastened to hold him by the leg and beg in a trembling voice, “Mr. Adams, could you listen to me…” August wrenched himself free disgustedly, the strength of which pushed Yoyo onto the ground along with the live stream equipment.
And the camera captured that embarrassing moment of hers. “Will you answer my question or not?” August just kept on asking. Yoyo finally realized how determined August was. She knew she shouldn’t do any senseless struggle in front of the camera, and could only choke, “Yes, I will.”
“Then do it quickly before I’ll have to intervene.” his voice just sounded so powerful despite its seemingly light articulation. When Alex returned after sending for the doctor, August gave Yoyo an authoritative glance before he swiftly left the room with Janet and Lucia.
And this time, the tempest triggered no comments
from the frightened viewers, nor did Yoyo
dare to clamor any more.
Fortunately Timothy didn’t hurt badly. It was only a scratch, which appeared more
serious than it actually was. And the
wound was well treated when the bleeding was stopped. “Dad, will there be a
scar there?” Timothy asked innocently.
His cute little voice immediately morphed the chilliness in August’s eyes into
tenderness. August undid the buttons on his
sleeves and showed his son the scars on his arms, “You will have to endure
some tests that leave you scars before you
finally become a real man.”
Timothy tilted his head and covered August’s scars with his little hands. “You are
right, Dad. A real man doesn’t cry on
sweat and blood.” the little boy laughed firmly.
August nodded and put his palm on the hair of his son. “But no worries. This
wound of yours won’t leave any scar
there.”
Lucia beamed at such a peaceful scene. She had been afraid Timothy would be
scared by the accident, but now she knew
her son was much stronger than she had expected. That really resembled his
father.
“Did you hear what Dad said, Mom?” Timothy began to comfort his mother, “Don’t
worry about me.” Timothy was so considerate that he didn’t want his mother to see his wound just now, for he was
afraid that would make her sad.
But
now, since he had regained the composure, he thought he ought to console his
mother.
Lucia just felt so warm. She went up slowly to August, “Could you go back to our
bedroom first? I’ll be back soon after
spending some time with the kids here.”
August nodded understandingly and left Lucia and the kids alone. Outside the
room, the dim light in the passage could
only allow for the recognition of vague shadows, but fortunately his room was
right across the one of the kids.
As soon as the door of the kids’ room was locked, a curvy shadow dashed out
from the dark corner and pushed hard into
August’s door before he could close it. The woman then hurtled into his arms with
a raging attack of cheap fragrance to
his nose.
August’s eyes flickered chillily in the dark. He swiftly held the woman’s arms to
her back, gripped her by the neck and
pressed her against the wall with one hand.
“Mr. Adams!” a familiar voice quivered in terror.
August turned on the light with the other hand. The sudden light from the ceiling lamp
made Yoyo, who was in the grip of August, narrow her eyes involuntarily. She obviously
came after preening herself. Barely clad by the tight black skirt, she appeared rather sexy
now with her plump breasts, white legs and new makeup on the face, if she was only
attractive
in usual times.
Being clutched tightly by the neck, she almost failed to maintain the composure, with her
hands going sweaty. “Mr. Adams, it hurts!” she still managed to ogle at August, trying to let
him loosen his grip. She had sworn to have August
surrender to her seduction, and she was so confident of the goal because she didn’t
believe a man could resist the lure that presented itself to him!
And her plan sounded
perfect — even if she couldn’t take Lucia’s place as August’s wife, she might as well
become his underground lover, which meant a huge amount of benefits in the future, and
at least a stable
place in this show for the time being.
Yet her plan was only wishful thinking. August’s grip just got tighter and she began to feel
it hard to breathe. Yoyo began to struggle desperately. She just appeared so awkward in
terror now, with the affected air totally gone.
“I’ve warned you not to stretch the limit of my patience.” August’s voice sounded so cold
and ruthless. “You are definitely out.”
Yoyo was so flustered that she almost stammered, when Lucia broke into the room at that
very moment. Having
scrutinizing how Yoyo had dressed herself up, Lucia came with a cunning idea. She
deliberately went up and held
August’s wrist in a charming voice, “Did I disrupt you?”
August swallowed drily as the primitive urge took the place of the chilliness in his eyes. He
took his hand back
immediately and held Lucia back. As he loosened the grip, Yoyo swiftly fell onto the group,
coughing and breathing
heavily. This woman just couldn’t wait to escape even by crawling out of the room.
‘Totally nonsense.” Lucia muttered with a smile.
‘Shall we do something that makes sense…” the man whispered around her ear with his
low and hoarse voice. ‘Stop! We’re in the resort.” Lucia hastened to push his muscular
chests away. “I was just kidding with that woman.” ‘But I’m not kidding.” The man began to
kiss her ear while replying softly.
Lucia’s body just got limp and her arms became too weak to resist him. She had to use
the last drop of sense to make a
pretext, “Get away from me.
I don’t like the smell of other women in your body.”
‘Why not help washing it away for me?” August then held his wife up and headed for the
bathroom.
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