Novel Square
Chapter 217
Chapter 217
Howard extended the laptop to her with a casual flick of his wrist.
“Thanks, Mr. Chadwick”
Gwendolyn plugged the USB drive in without hesitation. She opened the drive and saw a folder titled “Cultivating Character.”
Beneath it were two more folders labeled “Exploring the Human Mystery” and “Embrace and Conquer.”
A slight frown creased Gwendolyn’s brow as she mused that Sandra had a peculiar interest in medicine.
Each folder had hundreds of videos, all numerically labeled, their content inscrutable, their lengths impressive.
Howard only glanced at the screen, his eyes darkening just a smidge.
“You sure you want to watch this now?” he murmured.
“Yeah.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
Gwendolyn clicked on the first video in the “Embrace and Conquer” folder. The screen filled with the sculpted bodies of foreign men, muscle–bound and entwined with a woman.
Suddenly, a woman’s unmistakable, over–the–top shrieks filled the car.
Gwendolyn stiffened, her cheeks ablaze, as she slammed the laptop shut.
“Ahem,” Cliff interrupted tactically, “I’ll step out for a smoke, Mr. Chadwick.
“Sure.” Howard’s voice carried a barely–there chuckle.
Cliff stepped out, the door closing with a definitive thud. Gwendolyn buried her burning face in her hands, her body aflame.
Howard’s voice was gentle, his gaze penetrating as he asked, “Enjoy the show?”
Gwendolyn’s mind was a scrambled mess. She replied dryly, “It was okay, I guess. The, um, the physiques were impressive.”
What on earth was she even saying?
Howard’s eyes narrowed as he prodded, “Impressive physiques?”
“No. I mean, Mr. Chadwick, that’s not what I meant…” She hadn’t seen much of anything.
It was Sandra’s fault. That was anything but educational material!
It was clearly…
“Gwendolyn, you’re a married woman,” he pointed out.
Gwendolyn felt even more mortified.
“Mr. Chadwick, I’m so sorry…” Her gaze was flickering, full of embarrassment.
“If you’re curious, we’ve got plenty of that at home,” Howard said dismissively, his hand casually loosening
his tie and tossing it aside. His fingers then deftly began unbuttoning his crisp white shirt.
09:54
One button
Then two, three…
And it looked like he was
going to stop.
His perfectly chiseled chest was exposed before her, dizzying in its perfection.
“Mr. Chadwick?” Gwendolyn was in a full–blown panic.
Men, perhaps, always needed to compete.
“Your husband and that naked guy, which do you prefer?” he asked.
Gwendolyn was speechless. “L.”
“If you’re unsure, why not feel for yourself before deciding?”
Howard took and pressed her hand against his chest, his actions bordering on forceful
His skin was firm and resilient.
The rush of male pheromones was overwhelming.
Gwendolyn tried to retract her hand timidly but found it clasped even tighter, her fingers inadvertently digging into his muscle.
His shirt hung loose, muscles tantalizing, his face still a picture of icy composure.
“Made your comparison?” he asked softly.
Gwendolyn felt like she was in the midst of a firestorm, her voice parched as she admitted, “My husband
is better.”
She got worked up, unable to resist the god–like Howard, who seemed to have descended into devilish temptation.
He was so infuriatingly irresistible.
“What’s good about me?” he asked in a husky tone, his brown eyes reflecting her face.
Licking her dry lips, Gwendolyn mumbled with embarrassment, “You have a good body, and it’s tangible. L, I didn’t get a clear view of his.”
When she opened the video, consumed by shame, she couldn’t have paid attention to anything else.
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