My Lovely CEO Husband

Chapter 4 The Gangster

　　He paused mid-sentence. Initially, he wanted to say that he would kill her. But the words came out from his mouth as, "Then you will have to be buried together with me."

　　Samantha's eyes widened at his warning, "... Buried together?"

　　"Didn't the elderly Mrs. Falcon tell you about this?" He asked.

　　She bit her lower lip.

　　It was only yesterday when she discovered that she was going to be sold off to Henderson, Samantha didn't know about any other details. It must have been discussed in private with her father.

　　She murmured in a low voice, "I see."

　　She had a soft and gentle voice, and when she spoke ever so quietly it was so sweet that it melted one's heart to hear it.

　　Henderson glanced at her emotionlessly and said, "As my young bride, you are supposed to sleep with me."

　　"..." Samantha's face blushed instantly, especially her earlobes, and it appeared like a shade of bloody red.

　　Her mouth went agape with surprise, and she unconsciously took two steps back.

　　Despite her reaction, he continued, "It's getting dark."

　　She let out a cry, understanding what he meant. She clenched her fists, feeling goosebumps raising on the skin of her back, but she dared not to disobey the man. Reluctantly, she moved towards the bedside and slowly sat down by his side.

　　He didn't say a word, and just stared at her.

　　Henderson had taken the lives of many; be it men or women, young or old. But he rarely observed them. While a few of them were unusually unafraid of death, they never caught his interest.

　　This was the first time that he felt intrigued by a person.

　　This 18-year-old girl looked frail on every inch of her body. She had lovely eyebrows, a small button nose, and there was a pale mark on her tender lips as she was biting on them earlier. Her skin was fair and so delicate that it could be easily torn apart. Her neck was slender like a piece of sculpted marble, and her waist was so thin and soft that it could let a man can't help touching it.

　　Henderson swiftly reached out to pinch her flushing earlobe. At the unexpected gesture, Samantha widened her eyes in surprise.

　　It felt painful when he continued to pinch her rosy ear impassively, but she didn't dare to voice her discomfort. She could only watch him with a pitiful look.

　　He asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

　　"If only I can win you in a fight, then I won't be just looking at you," she thought to herself. She mustered up all her courage and answered, "It hurts..."

　　He was a little nonplussed.

　　Did it hurt just because he played with her earlobe? Were all the girls so fragile nowadays?

　　But Samantha's earlobe was getting redder due to his pinching, so he let go of it and she hurriedly covered it with her hand.

　　True to his legendary mood swings, he coldly said to her, "You'll sleep on the floor tonight."

　　Her eyes lit up instantly upon hearing him, and she no longer paid her throbbing earlobe any attention.

　　Sleeping on the floor! That means that there is no need for her to...

　　Henderson lay down on his bed and ignored the girl in the room who was filled with relief. Not daring to disturb him, she silently searched around the room like a little hamster, and finally found a quilt in a cabinet.

　　It was April, and the air was still chilly, but fortunately, the floor heater warmed the room to accommodate to Henderson's illness. Samantha carefully set the quilt on the ground and tried lying on it. Feeling comfortable, she let out a sigh of relief.

　　She was born prematurely, and her grandfather had spent a great deal of effort to ensure her survival. Her body had always been weak. Where others could recover easily from the common cold, the fragile Samantha would be bedridden for days or even months. Hence Samantha wanted to avoid getting sick with the fear that if she ever did, Henderson would be annoyed and would get rid of her.