Chapter 722 I Donât Need To Replenish My Strength The manâs desire was so strong that he kept her in Mansion No. 8 and made love to her night after night.
After a week in a row, Amelia had no strength to get out of bed, and her whole body was so sore that even her legs would tremble.
However, this man never stopped thinking of ways to explore new sex positions with her.
âHe has acted like this since our engagement night. I wonder what he will be like on the night of our wedding!â Amelia was worried.
Worse, to restore her health, he personally made all kinds of nourishing soups for her, feeding her an assortment of supplements.
âI could handle his sexual demands, but the soups taste so horrible! Isnât he even aware of it?â
Lying on the bed and with that in mind, Amelia took a sip of some soup as he fed her, and threw him a complaining look, âCan we order a takeout?â
James took a napkin and wiped the soup off the corner of her Chapter 722 I Donât Need To Replenish My S⦠mouth, then tried to coax her gently, âTakeouts might not be hygienic. Itâs better to eat what Iâve prepared.â
Amelia could only be patient for now. When she was well enough to get out of bed, she forced herself to get up.
She went to the kitchen and made a dish before presenting it to James, âTry my cooking.â
James saw that there was still undissolved MSG left on the dish and slightly raised his thick eyebrows, but he casually tried the food.
Seeing him taking one bite after another without showing any reaction, Amelia couldnât help being curious, âYouâve not lost your sense of taste, havenât you?â
Shaking his head and with doting eyes, the man looked at her who was leaning on the dining table and studying him curiously.
âI could taste it, butâ¦â
He paused for a moment, then fixed a loving gaze on Amelia, âYouâve made this, of course, Iâve to finish it.â
Stunned, Amelia saw him slowly fork up a piece of vegetable and quickly stopped him, âStop eating.â
She originally wanted to take her revenge, but he didnât complain and seemed to be wanting to finish it.
Chapter 722 I Donât Need To Replenish My S⦠3/4 Remembering that he had a weak stomach, she Immediately took away his fork and replaced what she cooked with a tonic soup.
She ladled it into a bowl and handed it to him, âYou should replenish your strength as well.â
Leaning back on the dining chair, James put his elbow on the armrest as he propped his chin with his slender fingers.
He cocked his head like a high and mighty king and looked at her as he said, emphasizing each word, âI donât need to replenish my strength.â
The corners of the manâs lips curled up, and his eyes were smiling, but he sounded forceful. It seemed to be an insult to him if he needed to eat the soup.
Seeing his confident countenance, Amelia suddenly remembered Stella once said that Mr. Evans was very strong.
She subconsciously looked him up and downâ¦
Having had so much sex, he didnât show the slightest fatigue but looked radiant instead. He was strong indeedâ¦
Amelia withdrew her bowl-holding hand and scooped up a large spoonful and ate it. She knew she needed to replenish her strength, even if he didnât need to.
Chapter 722 I Donât Need To Replenish My S⦠4/4 Probably the soup she made James reflected on his decision, he arranged for a chef from a five-star hotel to come to cook at the mansion the following day.
The two stayed in the mansion for two weeks, and James did not even handle the affairs of his business and put everything on hold.
People in his company desperately tried to look for him, and worse, Paul, who was the former interim CEO, had been sent to Africa at this juncture.
As the only person who knew his whereabouts, Andrew didnât even dare to knock on the door and only dared to press himself on the glass window of the mansion as he waited for Amelia to come downstairs alone.
When Amelia went downstairs, it was late at night. Heading groggily to the bathroom, she saw someone pressing against the window and almost fainted being scared.