Eighty-day countdown to escape

"So, haven't seen you for a while. Did you miss me, huh?" Leonard Winston's increasingly heavy and scorching breath sprayed on Rachel Saintclair's neck, making her itch and she dodged slightly.

"Um, let me think..." Rachel Saintclair tilted her head playfully, and her crafty eyes made Leonard Winston even more hot - blooded.

"I saw you in the magazine today. So, it's not like we haven't seen each other for a long time. As for whether I missed you..." Rachel Saintclair smiled and drew circles on Leonard Winston's chest with her finger. Then, she licked his chiseled chin in a flash, and whispered in his ear in a highly seductive voice, "Leo, what do you think?"

Rachel Saintclair was undoubtedly playing with fire. No man could refuse her hints and invitations, especially Leonard Winston.

The moment her back touched the soft big bed, a strong body immediately pressed down on hers. After being thrown onto the bed, Leonard Winston's fiery hands began to wander restlessly over her body. Just a simple tease aroused her sensitivity.

Leonard Winston knew exactly where her sensitive spots were, and Rachel Saintclair did her best to please Leonard Winston, making him quite addicted.

Sometimes, Rachel Saintclair would irresponsibly think that apart from not being able to disclose her identity, she wouldn't lack anything, whether it was money or physical pleasure, by marrying Leonard Winston. Moreover, she herself didn't like to appear in public with this guy who was constantly involved in scandals. Just the spotlights and rumors were enough to annoy her.

So, thinking about it this way, Leonard Winston, this hidden husband, still met her requirements quite well. He was quite useful!

What Leonard Winston liked most about Rachel Saintclair was her cooperation and the just - right flattery. While she clung to him, she also had a bit of personality.

This woman always knew exactly where she stood and what she wanted.

Leonard Winston had asked her more than once why she had agreed to marry him and sign the contract. Every time, Rachel Saintclair's answer was firm: she needed money.

"Leo..." Rachel Saintclair twisted her waist, her eyes were hazy, her red lips slightly parted, and her small hands grabbed Leonard Winston's arms as she murmured and called out to him.

"You're really a little vixen..." The smile on Leonard Winston's lips grew wider. Meeting Elizabeth Collins today, the passion between a man and a woman was inevitable. But today, for some unknown reason, Elizabeth Collins just wouldn't let Leonard Winston have his way.

After being rejected several times, Leonard Winston didn't want to force it. This explained why his date with Elizabeth Collins ended so early today.

Instead of going back to his own place, he actually returned to the home he shared with Rachel Saintclair. Perhaps in the depths of Leonard Winston's heart, there was still a place for Rachel Saintclair. But that place was so small that... he only thought of her when he had a belly full of pent - up desire with no way to release it.

When facing Rachel Saintclair, Leonard Winston could act according to his mood. There were countless interactions between men and women in the social arena, but both sides had their own motives and couldn't fully enjoy themselves.

But Rachel Saintclair was his wife, his possession. He could do whatever he wanted. Moreover, he was extremely familiar with Rachel Saintclair's body and knew exactly what methods and intensities could bring pleasure to both of them.

Having sex with Rachel Saintclair was the most comfortable activity apart from love.

Just a few teases forced Rachel Saintclair to gasp continuously. The moment Leonard Winston entered her body, she felt pleasure. It had to be said that if we were just talking about sexual skills, Leonard Winston was definitely qualified and perfect.

The room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, and even the lights were tinged with sensuality.

The rapidly rising temperature, the moist sound of skin, the two bodies intertwined passionately on the bed, and the unrestrained moans all contributed to the eventful night.

Afterwards, Leonard Winston, contrary to his usual behavior, didn't leave. Instead, he rarely embraced Rachel Saintclair in his arms. The two just lay there quietly. Rachel Saintclair was a bit surprised, but still quietly followed his lead.

Leonard Winston played with Rachel Saintclair's long hair with his fingertips, looking very relaxed and happy.

"How's the design of the clothing going?"

As soon as this topic came up, Rachel Saintclair felt a bit dejected. Besides, the two had just had an intimate encounter and were now embracing each other so closely, yet they were going to talk about another woman.

However, what made Rachel Saintclair unhappy was not the topic itself, but... the jewelry designer, Henry Edwards.

The progress of the clothing design was very slow, which was completely different from Rachel Saintclair's original efficiency. She felt a bit nervous, but still said, "It's already in the design stage. But for the jewelry, we still need to use real objects for decoration and inlay them according to different weights."

She said it euphemistically, but Leonard Winston still understood.

But it seemed he misinterpreted her meaning.

"I'll make an appointment with Henry Edwards tomorrow. In the future, for any jewelry - related issues, you two can communicate directly."

Rachel Saintclair's heart skipped a beat. The person she least wanted to see was Henry Edwards.

But she couldn't refute Leonard Winston's words.

Rachel Saintclair put on a smiling face, hugged Leonard Winston's arm, and rubbed her head against his arm coquettishly. "Okay. I knew that asking you would be the shortcut!"

Obviously, Leonard Winston was very pleased with her coquetry. He patted her head and said, "Go to sleep."

Rachel Saintclair was a bit surprised by his tenderness tonight. But then she thought that it was probably related to his meeting with Elizabeth Collins during the day. She knew exactly where she stood and just tried her best to play the role of "wife" well. She wouldn't ask about anything else.

It was just Henry Edwards... Rachel Saintclair stared at the ceiling and thought for a long, long time. For now, she could only delay things day by day.

On the noisy small street, beside the noisy food stand, there were equally noisy diners.

At the small barbecue stand, Rachel Saintclair was feasting. Opposite her sat a curly - haired beauty with a charming and graceful figure. At the moment, she was looking at Rachel Saintclair with a cold and somewhat disgusted expression as Rachel Saintclair boldly raised her head and took a big swig of beer.

In front of Leonard Winston, Rachel Saintclair tried her best to pretend to be an obedient little woman. But in front of her best friend, all pretenses were meaningless. Only in...

"Camille Dubois, you have to think of a way for me about this." Rachel Saintclair burped.

The two had been friends for many years. Rachel Saintclair would pour out her heart to Camille Dubois whenever she had something on her mind. Camille Dubois was a well - known radio hostess, and it was she who helped Rachel Saintclair get the connection to marry Leonard Winston.

Of course, she also knew very well the significance of Henry Edwards to Rachel Saintclair.

"You can't escape Henry Edwards. It's just a matter of when and whether Leonard Winston is around."

"What if he is? What if he isn't?"

Camille Dubois raised an eyebrow. "Do you really want to introduce Leonard Winston as your husband, and a contracted one at that, to Henry Edwards right in front of him?"

Rachel Saintclair fell silent. She, of course, knew how absurd that was. Moreover, when she pushed Henry Edwards away for the sake of money, she had said a lot of harsh words.

"But Camille Dubois, I'm really scared..."

Camille Dubois poured herself a glass of beer, picked it up, and sipped it leisurely, as if she were tasting a precious red wine instead of beer.

"What's the use of being scared? It's too late now. Do you still expect to go back? Remember, it's already over between you and Henry Edwards. And there are only about eighty - odd days left until you say goodbye to Leonard Winston."

Camille Dubois gently clinked her glass with Rachel Saintclair's. "Miss, you'll be free soon. After finishing this design, it won't be Leonard Winston who kicks you out. It'll be you, Miss Rachel Saintclair, who says goodbye to him."