Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！

With those words, Jose Floyd tightened his grip on Nicole’s body, pulling her into his embrace!

Nicole was startled by the abrupt action, and before she could panic, Jose Floyd’s thin lips blocked hers.

His kiss, just like his demeanor, was domineering and forceful, allowing no room for evasion, and he invaded her fortress and territory without restraint.

Nicole’s hand was just about to move when she inadvertently glanced at Jose Floyd’s right arm.

Seeing the bandaged wound reminded her why he was hurt, and the hand she had planned to use seemed to lose its strength and dropped weakly.

Jude Charington had asked him to exchange his hand for her life, and coupled with the injuries from the recent fight with Jude, it was all the same arm.

For her sake, his hand was injured repeatedly, nearly ruining an entire hand.

She couldn’t turn a blind eye to it, couldn’t remain indifferent, and couldn’t bear to hurt him...

Her surrender made Jose Floyd even more aggressive, and his plunder grew fiercer.

Because of the exertion, bright red blood stains appeared on the gauze on his hand.

Nicole’s eyes shrank, full of worry as she looked at Jose Floyd, "Don’t move! Jose Floyd, are you trying to cripple your hand?"

Upon hearing her urgent admonition, Jose Floyd glanced at his own wound and, when he looked back at Nicole, his eyes had a depth that was unfathomable.

It was only a fleeting moment—Jose Floyd bent down again to dominate the person beneath him, not giving her any chance and once again taking over everything.

....

Everything was inevitable, two hearts leaning towards each other, just a sentence of expressed affection was missing between them, but at this moment, they truly opened up to each other, embarking on an unforgettable journey together.

Afterwards, Jose Floyd leaned against the headboard, his eyes deepening by the moment.

Meanwhile, Nicole took Jose Floyd’s towel, lowered her gaze, and walked into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, recalling what had just happened, she absentmindedly took a shower. When her fingers touched the place on her back marked with ’Floyd’, the towel in her hand fell to the floor.

Thinking of the call from her brother Arlo Seys, and recalling her promise to return in a week, Nicole bent down to pick up the towel from the floor, her fingertips trembled slightly.

Love twisted and turned, and she finally fell for the man who possessed everything of hers, turning her from a girl into a woman.

Jose Floyd—how did he silently occupy all her thoughts?

This man was so domineering that she couldn’t resist, but how would she face going back to City C in a week?

Nicole was in a daze for a while in the bathroom before coming out. As soon as she stepped out, she saw the man, deep in thought, smoking a cigarette after the event on the bed.

Nicole lowered her gaze and walked towards the bed, gently lifting the covers and getting into bed without crossing the line between them.

Jose Floyd smoked a cigarette, glanced sideways at Nicole, and seeing her deliberately maintaining distance, he smoked more urgently.

He took a deep drag.

The smoke slowly exhaled.

He then spoke in a deep voice: "Nicole, now that the night is quiet, tell me honestly, in those five years, did you ever feel anything for me?"

"Or did you ever love me, Jose Floyd, even for just a moment?"

"Was it ever simply just you loving me...?"

Nicole gripped the quilt, her fingers slightly cold, biting her lip for a while, still not speaking.

"Nicole, is it really that difficult to answer? It’s just a word or two."

"Yes or no, can’t you just answer directly?"

Jose Floyd’s sarcasm was so evident....

Nicole turned her back to Jose Floyd, her long lashes fluttered, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Jose Floyd’s gaze was cold without any warmth, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand, his slender fingers twirling the extinguished butt, his voice icy: "Whether you liked me or not, Nicole, the things I’ve touched I’ll never let anyone else touch! If Steven Cooper lays a hand on you, he’ll face the consequences himself!"

Nicole bit her lip, slowly turning to look at Jose Floyd, her gaze unfathomable, her voice very low, "Did you ever love me, Jose Floyd... in the five years, nearly two thousand days that I accompanied you, did I ever enter your heart?"

Jose Floyd placed the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the bedside table, his eyes calm and silent.

He remembered back when he asked her to choose between being his woman or his pet, her response.

At that time, her slender finger pointed to the left side of his chest, saying, "I want to be the first person on the tip of your heart, Jose Floyd, I want you to have only me in your heart for your entire life. I want the name Nicole to become an inescapable shackle in your life, allowing me to be free and willful in your world."

Later, his heart truly held only her. No, rather, all these years, ever since he met her, his heart had been filled, filled entirely with her.

Yet all the deep affection was repaid with her stabbing him in the left side of his chest and turning away. No matter how he, heart bleeding, tried to grasp her wrist to stop her from leaving, she still ruthlessly shoved his severely injured self away and never returned...

Thinking of the past, Jose Floyd’s mouth curled into a thin, cold arc, his voice as cold as ice: "Nicole, you provoked me, in this life, unless I tire of you, you’ll never escape me! It was clear between us from the start, you signed the contract, you’re mine for life. Until the day I don’t want you anymore, from head to toe, you’re solely mine!"

Nicole looked at Jose Floyd’s cold expression, her legs trembling slightly under the covers, her voice hoarse: "Jose Floyd... perhaps all along you were just driven by possessiveness, believing that because you’re my first man, what you’ve touched you won’t let others touch, so you kept tangling with me. Jose Floyd, no matter if I stay with you for five years or ten years, even fifty years, all you can promise me is just ’your woman’, isn’t it?"

Jose Floyd looked back at Nicole, "Isn’t that enough? Nicole, you’re the only woman who can stand by my side, isn’t that satisfying enough?"

Nicole was about to say something when Jose Floyd’s phone on the bedside suddenly rang. Jose Floyd glanced at Nicole, casually picking up his phone to see who was calling.

As soon as he saw Andrea Greenwood’s name, irritation surged within Jose Floyd. Meanwhile, Nicole’s peripheral view caught sight of Jose Floyd’s phone, and seeing the incoming call display, her lips unexpectedly curled into a faint smile, a silent, serene gaze exuding the calmness of cold water.

"Jose Floyd—" Nicole called out softly, her voice low, a faint smile at her lips, "In this world, the woman who can teach you how to love is gone, at least it won’t be me... Even if I choose you, all you can give me is the label ’your woman’, accompanying you for a lifetime, just like a pet. Actually, Jose Floyd, with your status, you’re not lacking women, you can have whatever you want, you can spend your entire life playing and wasting, with such a burden you can afford... Jose Floyd, you still have a fiancée waiting at home, why ask if I love you or not..."

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