Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 155: You’re Not Allowed to Answer His Calls Anymore

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: You’re Not Allowed to Answer His Calls Anymore

Five-star hotel luxury suite.

Quinn Hughes changed into a black silk bunny girl outfit, playing many new games with Graham Sutton.

The two shamelessly indulged in passion.

Afterward, Quinn Hughes lay naked in Graham’s arms, the older man with his bare chest smoking a post-coital cigarette.

Quinn Hughes cooed coquettishly, "Honey, I’ve taken a fancy to a newly launched limited edition handbag, will you buy it for me?"

Graham took a drag from his cigarette, slowly exhaling a smoke ring, "Buy it, anything my darling likes, I’ll buy it for you."

Quinn Hughes smiled happily, "I knew you were the best to me!"

Graham’s rough hand wrapped around her shoulder, "If you can give me a son, I’ll reward you with five million."

"Really?" Quinn’s eyes lit up.

"Why would I lie to you? I only have Isaac now; the lineage is too thin. If you can give me a son, I’ll leave half of my estate to you and the son in my will."

Quinn bit her lip, eyes showing a hint of grievance, pouting, "But the estate is your and Judy Bishop’s joint marital property; I can only get a share from your half, right?"

Graham laughed slightly.

"Girl, don’t worry about that. Before we got married, she signed a prenuptial agreement, the Sutton Family’s estate is all mine, there’s no such thing as joint marital property."

Upon hearing this, Quinn’s expression was delighted, eyes sparkling, "Really?"

"Yes." Graham flicked the cigarette ash.

"When I married her, she was just a poor girl with nothing. My family had some assets, and my mom was worried she was after my money, so she had her sign a prenuptial agreement."

"Our mom is really smart." Quinn’s mood was lifted, she gave Graham a peck on the cheek, "Honey, I want to give you a son!"

"Alright, let’s go for two more rounds."

With that, Graham extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the nightstand, rolling over on top of Quinn.

He’s getting older, already fifty, his stamina not as good as when he was young, relying on little pills for endurance.

In the room, the woman’s cries and the man’s rough panting and growls intertwined.

Meanwhile, Isaac Sutton was at the Sutton Group, several kilometers away, having a meeting.

This new product launch, he was determined to catch Silas Sheffield off guard!

...

Julian Hawthorne’s people and Silas Sheffield’s people were closely watching Jonah Shaw.

Upon learning he bought a lottery ticket and won a five million jackpot, Julian immediately called Clara Sterling.

When the call came, Silas Sheffield happened to be beside Clara Sterling.

Seeing the caller ID, the man smirked coldly.

The call at this moment felt like a hot potato.

Clara didn’t want to answer.

Seeing her not moving, Silas glanced at her, "Why aren’t you answering?"

"No need." Clara pursed her lips.

Silas’s deep eyes didn’t reveal any emotion, "Answer, see what he wants to say to you."

Clara had no choice but to pick up, "Hello?"

"Clara, there’s something up with Jonah Shaw..." Julian’s voice came through the phone.

At the same time, Silas embraced Clara from behind, his warm lips trailing over her nape, sparking a shiver.

Julian: "He won a five million lottery jackpot, I suspect it’s a benefit for taking the fall for someone..."

Silas’s hands were restless too, his cold, slender fingers covering her soft body gently kneading, Clara trembled in his embrace.

Seeing Clara not respond, Julian asked, "Clara, are you listening?"

"Mm..." Clara bit her lower lip, not daring to speak, only managing a sound, desperately suppressing the anomaly in her voice.

But Julian still caught the oddity in her tone, he paused, "Are you inconvenienced right now?"

"Mm."

Ear to ear, Silas gently captured her soft ear lobe.

Clara was about to go crazy.

Afraid she might make some shameful sounds, she quickly hung up the phone.

"Why hang up?" The culprit’s voice came from behind, laced with a certain mischievousness.

"Playing dumb." Clara’s face was flushed, turning to glare at him with bashful eyes.

Silas’s face was calm, like a lake under moonlight, but those deep eyes were covered in cold hues.

"From now on, don’t answer his calls." The man’s voice was deep and magnetic, his tone insistent.

"..."

This man was jealous again, Clara was speechless, murmuring, "Didn’t you just ask me to answer?"

The man replied in a steely tone, "From now on, you can’t."

Clara wasn’t annoyed, she turned to face him, lifting her face in his embrace, her bright hazel eyes sparkling with a smile, "Can you also promise not to answer Thea Tate’s calls?"

"She’s the company’s vice president, sometimes the work..."

"Okay, enough." Clara interrupted him. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

She pouted, "If you can’t do it yourself, don’t demand from me."

She admitted she was being a little unreasonable.

Silas wasn’t wrong, Thea Tate is now the vice president of the company, and he is the president, exchanges at work are unavoidable, Silas can’t really refuse to take Thea’s calls.

But knowing Thea harbors feelings for him, Julian Hawthorne’s position to her is just like Thea’s position to him, isn’t it?

He can bossily demand her not to take Julian’s calls, so why can’t she demand him?

Clara lowered her eyes, feeling upset.

Since Thea Tate came to Veridian, she hadn’t had a day’s peace.

"I can."

Suddenly, as she was sulking, she heard the man say those three words.

Clara had a moment of not reacting, swiftly looking up to meet his deep eyes, "What?"

"I can refrain from answering her calls." Silas repeated.

The man stood backlit against the light, casting a clear outline of light and shadow on his profile, his jawline sharp as a knife cut, those calm eyes darkened by shadows, steadily watching her.

Clara was stunned.

She couldn’t quite believe what she heard.

Silas said he could refrain from answering Thea’s calls...

Clara pursed her lips, her heart like cotton candy, soft and sweet.

"But the work..."

Silas replied earnestly, "Work matters can be handled through Zachary Lynch."

Clara asked, "Wouldn’t that be inconvenient?"

Just now, she was driven by emotion to question him about not taking Thea’s calls.

When calm, she realized she was being petty and slightly unreasonable.

She didn’t want to impact his work.

But Silas said, "No."

No inconvenience.

Clara’s lips drew into a smile.

"Happy now?" The man’s lips brushed her ear lobe, carrying a suggestion, his voice low and husky, making her body tremble slightly.

It felt like a current running through her body, that tingling sensation spreading to every nerve ending.

Clara had to admit, her body had become so sensitive, Silas’s simple gestures could easily stir her heart.

"Happy." Her cheeks flushed, blooming with a hint of crimson, like the hottest peach blossom in March.

Silas kissed her lips, his hand gliding at her waist, his magnetic voice devilishly sexy, "Give it to me, hmm?"

June in Veridian had already gotten hot.

Despite the air conditioning in the room, it couldn’t quell the fiery passion between them.

Clara lost herself, tangled with Silas, soon a thin layer of sweat forming on her skin.

Clothes scattered on the floor beside the bed.

In the heat of passion, Silas’s fingers with defined knuckles slipped through her satin-like black smooth hair, his dark eyes reflected her in the throes of emotion.