Sextuplets From Ruthless Love

Martin was taken aback for a moment before subconsciously taking a step back. The psychological pressure instantly built up. "Goodness! What have I done wrong?" he thought.

"Boss, let me know if I made a mistake, and I'll definitely change."

"Have I gotten old?" whispered Trevor. His eyes were thoughtful, and he appeared like an old man reminiscing about the past.

"Huh?"

Martin could not react for a moment and stared at him, blinking his eyes. After a while, Martin answered, "How could you be old? You just entered your thirties." "That's a first. My boss actually thinks that he's old. His fangirls would probably not allow that."

"Forget it. You may leave now."

Trevor waved unhappily and stood upto walk toward the wall. He leaned his entire body on the wall at the

thought that the woman in his heart was living on the other side of the wall.

"Jessica, can you sense me? What should I do for you to forgive me?" mused Trevor.

Jessica, who was next door, lay on the bed and rested a little before Pamela arrived.

"Jessica, your room is so luxurious. Moreover, you're staying next to Mr. Gulliford."

Pamela looked at the luxurious big bed and massive bedroom. Her eyes were filled with envy, and her eyes were so wide that they were bulging.

"You're exaggerating."

Jessica poured her a glass of water and passed it to her.

Then, she turned around and sat on the couch. Jessica patted the seat beside her, gesturing for Pamela to sit and talk.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"What do you mean that I'm exaggerating? The rooms on this floor are all Mr. Gulliford's personal presidential suites. Tell me the truth, have you stayed in such a great room before?" Pamela lounged on the couch in enjoyment. The soft couch and expensive materials were extremely comfortable.

Jessica laughed and helplessly shook her head.

Truthfully, she had stayed in such a room before.

Moreover, the room she was staying in was pretty ordinary.

"Jessica, I have a feeling that you're going to be Mr. Gulliford's wife."

"Stop joking around."

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Jessica instantly cut Pamela off and thought, Mr. Gulliford's wife? I was

once obsessed with that position,

but now I don't want it tion,

"Seriously, Jessica. I think that you're his type. No woman had ever gotten this type of treatment. Quick, Jessica. Tell me your secret, or did you cast a spell on him? Hurry and teach me."

Pamela's fair and slender fingers gently shook Jessica's arm.

"Don't be ridiculous. What spell? I would have made myself rich if I had spells." "Jessica, I know a spell."

"Really?"

Jessica frowned slightly and inched nearer to Pamela, thinking, "Could there truly be people in the world who can do that?"

"Yeah. No one would not laugh after I chant my spell."

After saying that, Pamela's slender fingers reached out toward Jessica's armpits and tickled her.

Jessica was very ticklish, and she fell on the sofa, laughing uncontrollably.

Trevor, who was next door, could hear faint laughter and frowned. "Why is she laughing? Could it be that someone is there?" he wondered.

Pamela pressed Jessica down on

the couch and tickled her. Jessica initially did not want to fool around, but Pamela would not let hergo, so she had no choice.

Jessica turned around and pressed Pamela on the couch but accidentally used too much strength.

"Ah!" shouted Pamela in pain.

Jessica realized that she had been too rough and quickly got up. She gently asked, "Pamela, are you okay? I'm sorry."

"Jessica, why are you so strong? It hurts," cried Pamela.

"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to do that.

Jessica felt helpless as she had no intention of hurting Pamela.

"It hurts so much. Jessica, you need to compensate me," she sobbed.