Dearest Wife

The glaring sunlight fell into the huge glass window, refracting the light and brightening up the room.

On the three-meter large bed, a girl was twisting her body in pain. Her small face was flushed red, and her entire body seemed to be burning.

The bathroom door opened, and a man wearing a towel walked out. His cold gaze swept across the girl.

Then, like a king, he lazily sat on the edge of the bed.

The girl seemed to have sensed the strong male hormones around her. Her two white hands couldn't help but touch the man.

Her consciousness was completely confused, leaving only her instincts.

Her small hands touched the man's sturdy body, and then she started to kiss the man.

Her kiss was not skilled, but it was as passionate as fire.

The man sneered. He did not have any pity for her. He pressed her down and started to make love!

In Country F, the golden autumn sunlight was extremely brilliant.

The Quinsley Family would have a grand celebration. The young mistress of the Quinsley Family, Emily Quinsley, would marry the son of the richest man in the Country F, Archie Grafton.

This marriage was a perfect match, and it was enviable.

To the Quinsley Family, becoming relatives with the Grafton Family could help their family's business develop and build a solid foundation.

On this day, the wedding of the century, which was the focus of the world, was held at the most beautiful seaside in the Country F.

The place was filled with fresh flowers, guests, and celebrities. It was a grand scene that people would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Archie Grafton seemed to attach great importance to this marriage. He spent hundreds of millions to build this crystal palace just to marry his fiancée. Such a way of pampering his wife was simply shocking.

Thousands of distinguished guests were drinking wine and treating this wedding of the century as a topic of conversation. They were enthusiastically talking about it, waiting for the most important ceremony of the wedding to begin.