The Domineering CEO's Pursuit of His Wife

"How come you haven't left yet?" James Harden emerged from the bathroom to find a woman standing outside with her head down, looking quite at a loss. Jessica Fox looked up, and her gaze collided directly with his. His hair was damp, with water droplets continuously sliding from the tips, and he hadn't fully dried off, with glistening beads of water slowly rolling down his muscular chest. Her line of sight involuntarily moved downward, just in time to see the bath towel wrapped around his waist, loosely covering his robust six-pack abs. "Bath towel..." Suddenly realizing what she was looking at, Jessica Fox was startled and hastily lowered her head again. James Harden frowned. After tonight's dinner, that guy named Kevin Wade had mysteriously pushed this girl into his car. He must have been drunk and had let this strange girl follow him to his hotel room in a daze. She looked so young, probably not even twenty. He had thought that if he ignored her, she would back off, but he didn't expect her to actually stay. Jessica Fox stood there with her head down for a while, finally eyeing him cautiously like a timid little animal. But as soon as she looked up, she found James Harden's gaze, as sharp as that of a hawk, tightly locked onto her. She couldn't help but shiver with nervousness and subconsciously averted her gaze. She felt as if her whole body was on fire, her heart was beating fiercely, thumping, and her breathing became tense. James Harden's voice was particularly pleasant, carrying an indescribable hint of wickedness: "Hasn't anyone ever told you what you should do if you stay?" His posture was languid, his tone casual, yet he exuded a strong sense of oppression, making her limbs stiff and nearly immobile. She had never encountered a man with such a powerful aura. He had an innate regal quality that seemed to permeate his very bones, giving one the feeling of being looked down upon condescendingly, which was particularly uncomfortable. Jessica Fox instinctively sensed an inexplicable danger. She screamed and, like a frightened deer, tried to open the door and flee in a panic. James Harden's large hand pressed against the door in time, and with a gentle hook of his other hand, he effortlessly pulled her forward. He naturally bent down slightly, lowered his head, and his light-colored lips were almost about to touch hers. The petite woman in his arms had skin as white as snow, and her face was as translucent as the finest porcelain. James Harden couldn't help but lower his head. She felt a hot breath approaching and screamed in fear: "Mr. James, please let me go!" James Harden looked at the panicked woman with amusement, reached out and held her chin, and his deep voice was incredibly pleasant: "What's your name?" "Jessica Fox," she answered truthfully, her voice trembling. "Jessica Fox," he murmured her name twice, with a tone so ambiguous it made one blush and heart race. He deliberately paused before saying, "It's really nice." Jessica Fox, feeling wronged, instinctively bit her red lips, and James Harden suddenly became uncontrollably excited. He tightly grasped her slender waist, which seemed as if it couldn't bear the hold, and lifted her up horizontally. Jessica Fox was startled by his sudden action, and by the time she reacted, she had already been thrown onto the large bed in the bedroom by James Harden. "Ah, it hurts!" she cried out, her eyes quickly misting over with tears. James Harden pulled off the towel around his waist and pressed down: "Woman, I've already given you the chance to run away. From now on, you have to listen to me." The entire night, after several hours of tossing and turning, Jessica Fox was exhausted, her breathing steady and deep in sleep. James Harden looked at her with complex emotions for a while, then turned over and got out of bed. He walked to the living room, picked up the phone and dialed out, instructing: "Give the New York International project to Wade Group." Who is James Harden? He is a third-generation politician from Washington, his grandfather was one of the founders of the country, and his father is a fleet commander. His family is also strange, having three daughters in a row before they had James Harden, such a precious son, and the whole family regards him as a rare treasure. In the Harden family, the elders affectionately call him 'Xiao Si', and the peers respectfully call him 'Si Ge'. James Harden was unwilling to join the military or politics, but instead turned to business. Over the years, the group he founded has become the leading financial group in Washington. He came to New York City on a business trip this time, in order to attend the bidding meeting of the New York International project. This is the first time in James Harden's life that he has made an exception for a woman and given up fair bidding. After the call, he returned to the bedroom and saw the little woman sleeping soundly, feeling inexplicably stuffy in his heart. "She sleeps soundly," he said as he reached out and pinched her small nose. Jessica Fox, drowsy and confused, made a sound like a little kitten. James Harden suddenly felt his whole body boiling, and he pressed her down and took her again fiercely. The next day, when Jessica Fox woke up, she felt sore and weak all over, as if she had been run over by a truck. She opened her eyes in a daze and saw the unfamiliar and magnificent presidential suite of the hotel, suddenly remembering where she was. She was so scared that she immediately jumped out of bed, but she heard a movement in the room and quickly wrapped herself tightly with the quilt. James Harden came out of the shower and saw her wrapping herself like a caterpillar, wriggling on the bed. He wiped his hair with a towel and pulled open the quilt that covered her head, asking with a smile, "Are you awake?" Jessica Fox "um" a sound, revealed two eyes from the thick quilt, like a little animal, watching him vigilantly. Although she had done the most intimate thing last night, this was the first time Jessica Fox saw the man who had taken her for the first time. It was a face that was blessed with extraordinary advantages, handsome enough to make women scream. "You wait for me in the hotel, I will take you out for dinner when I come back in the evening," James Harden lowered his head, kissed her on the face, and said in a low voice, "Be good." His tone was particularly spoiled, just like treating his beloved little lover so tenderly. As soon as James Harden left, Jessica Fox received a call from Kevin Wade. "Jessica, are you still with Mr. James?" As soon as the phone was connected, Kevin Wade asked excitedly. "Uh huh, he's out," she bit her lip and answered in a low voice. "Haha, Jessica, this time it's all thanks to you, Mr. James has promised to give the New York International project to the Wade family." "That's good." Jessica Fox was not surprised, she could see that James Harden was a man of his word. Since he had "accepted" her as a gift, he would definitely give the project to the Wade family. "Don't worry, as long as you accompany Mr. James well. When Mr. James returns to Washington, your uncle will send you to study in France immediately, and no one will know about this." "I will, uncle," she pursed her lips tightly.