The CEO’s Accidental Wife

CH 6

Hearing that, Cecilia Cooper snapped back to reality, feeling something was off. It seemed like... like... what was happening inside wasn’t what she thought it was...

Out of curiosity and confusion, she carefully walked past the entrance and tiptoed forward.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, a massive LCD screen on the opposite wall came into view, vividly displaying what was happening on it.

Her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her gaze, finally noticing the two people on the sofa.

Cullen Dixon was fixated on the screen, sharing his opinions. "Dude, don’t you think this woman sounds a bit too seductive? And look at her chest, it’s definitely enhanced. But her legs are long and straight..."

Charles Dixon, who had clearly just taken a shower, had damp hair and was dressed casually in comfortable loungewear that made him look tall and elegant. In front of him lay a stack of documents that he was reviewing.

Sensing her presence, he paused his pen, looked up, and his deep gaze met Cecilia's.

There was no surprise nor embarrassment in his eyes. Raising an eyebrow, Charles smiled slightly and said, "Miss Cooper."

Cullen Dixon was intently focused on the screen when he heard the words "Miss Cooper." Instinctively, he turned his head.

In an instant, his handsome face flushed red. Cursing under his breath, he jumped up from the sofa and frantically tried to cover the screen. Realizing it was impossible, he quickly stepped forward and placed his hands over Cecilia Cooper's eyes, blocking her view completely.

After doing all this, he glanced at Charles and awkwardly urged, "Come on, hurry up!"

In contrast to Cullen's embarrassment, Charles Dixon was completely at ease. He leaned down, his long arm reaching over the marble coffee table to grab the remote, turning off the screen. Once the room fell silent, Cullen cleared his throat and said, "I’ll go make some coffee."

With that, he vanished from sight, leaving no chance for Cecilia to say a word.

Seeing this, Cecilia had no choice but to swallow the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She sat on the sofa, scanning the surroundings.

The room was large and luxurious, with a very monochromatic color scheme of black and white. It was only then that she noticed she could see the sea from where she sat!

While she was still in shock, Charles Dixon's deep voice broke the silence, "What brought Miss Cooper here?"

"Cullen Dixon wrote this address in the section for his home address," Cecilia Cooper replied honestly.

At her words, Charles Dixon narrowed his eyes, directing a piercing gaze at Cullen, who was walking over with a cup of coffee.

Under that chilling stare, Cullen couldn't help but shiver. His older brother definitely knew he had written this address instead of their actual home.

Cecilia, not touching her coffee, fixed her gaze on Cullen and said, "The final exams are in two days. What are you planning to do?"

Cullen responded smoothly and naturally, using her earlier words against her: "I have too much to do. I don't have time to go to school."

"Cullen! Dixon!" Cecilia snapped, calling out his full name in frustration.

"Well, if you won't agree to tutor me, I absolutely won't go back to school for the finals. As you know, I always walk the talk!"

Having taught him for a year, Cecilia was well aware of his stubborn nature. In fact, her presence here today meant she had already compromised.

"Alright then, let's talk about what happened just now," she shifted the topic. "You're now an eighteen-year-old adult, and it's completely normal to feel curious and impulsive about those things. It's not that I don't want you to watch those videos; it's about having the right perspective when you watch..."

Cecilia Cooper had never discussed such topics with a man before. Although she tried to appear calm, her cheeks were flushed bright red.

Cullen Dixon, on the other hand, seemed to have lost his embarrassment, smiling and nodding in response.

Meanwhile, Charles Dixon, who was quietly reviewing documents nearby, caught the conversation. He glanced over at Cecilia's serious yet blushing face, a playful smirk forming on his lips.

Did she really think that Cullen was an innocent kid? He had probably watched dozens of films like that and might even have some real-life experience…

"And Mr. Dixon..." Cecilia shifted her gaze to him, "As his brother, is this how you indulge him?"

It seemed that the criticism had unexpectedly turned toward him…

Charles looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he lounged casually on the sofa, exuding a lazy demeanor. "Miss Cooper, didn't you just say that it's normal for him to feel curious and impulsive about those things? I have no reason to stop him from watching those videos, do I?"

Caught off guard and momentarily speechless, she took a deep breath to suppress her rising anger. "But you should at least teach him with the right perspective, shouldn't you?"

She prided herself on not being an easily angered person, yet he always seemed to effortlessly ignite her frustration with just a few words.

With his long fingers resting on his forehead, Charles Dixon gently rubbed it while his gaze remained fixed on her. He frowned and said seriously, "What is the right perspective? What position is the best?"

Cecilia Cooper's eyes widened in shock, her anger flaring up as her chest rose and fell rapidly, even the fine veins on her neck were visible. Gritting her teeth, she exclaimed, "Mr! Dixon!"

He was simply… infuriating… unreasonable…

Charles raised an eyebrow slightly, the temperature in the room was warm, and her cheeks flushed. The soft yellow down jacket she wore accentuated her porcelain-like skin, making her look even more radiant.

The absurd scene of that night suddenly flooded his mind.

His eyes darkened significantly as his thin lips moved again, his deep voice spilling out once more.

“How should a man make a woman happy? Or what kind of approach should he take?”

It was outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! Was this really something a brother should say in front of Cullen Dixon?

Didn’t he care about the bad influence he might have on Cullen?

Cecilia clenched her jaw once more, “Mr. Dixon, is this how you are educated?”

Not only could he comprehend her words, but he also twisted their meaning and fueled her anger, making her feel like she was about to explode!

Hearing this, Charles Dixon smiled indifferently. "It seems that Miss Cooper's education isn't all that impressive. Hasn't anyone told you that you should ring the doorbell before entering someone else's house?"

"You—" Cecilia Cooper was left speechless with anger. Her hands, which had been hanging by her sides, slowly clenched into fists as she glared at him fiercely.

Still maintaining his elegance, Charles lifted his gaze slightly, casting an indifferent glance in her direction, while his pen continued to dance across the paper, signing his name with flair.

The atomosphere in the room instantly became tense, and Cullen Dixon, who was standing nearby, seemed to have been forgotten by both of them, becoming a mere invisible presence.