Marriage Contract Secret Agent

Husband, Please Let go of the Bond

In the end, there was only the chauffeur's scream inside the taxi as the car sped up, splitting a section of the capital's crowded street. The speeding taxi car managed to avoid other car drivers.

Fortunately, there were no police on guard so it was safe from their pursuit.

When the car pulled up in front of the Dallas gate, Chezy got out, paying a fare that was more than he should have. Think of it as a tip.

But Chezy's smile was a bit strange according to the driver.

"Thank you" Chezy said politely, then entered the courtyard of the mansion after the gatekeeper learned of Chezy's return.

Inside the taxi, the driver was a rather skinny middle-aged man. Both of his legs were trembling at this moment, his body was limp and his mind was exhausted.

Did he just get into a car with a professional racer?

"Suitably not pursued by—"

Before the taxi driver spoke further, the sirens of a traffic police car sounded behind him. He stopped in front of a taxi, facing the road.

"... By the police ...," muttered the taxi driver saw the one paid by Chezy. Looks like this will be money to pay for the ticket?

A traffic cop got out of his car and knocked on the driver's door. The middle-aged driver finally lowered his car.

Holding a small note and a pen, the man's policeman sternly said, "Sir, please send a ticket because it has been speeding over the average taxi's car."

The middle-aged driver finally sighed helplessly. "I wasn't the one driving before. That's the lady passenger who drives."

The man's police frowned. Then look at him seriously. "Do you know who it is? I happen to be a fan of race cars."

"???!"! The taxi driver was speechless. Why doesn't this fit into a refining routine?

......................

In the courtyard of the house, Chezy glanced at her watch. Fifteen minutes exactly! Not late. He had already seen Dallas standing on the second-floor balcony smoking a cigarette, looking at him without any apparent expression.

Chezy snorted, entering the house like nothing had happened. Go to the second floor and meet Dallas.

"Not too late. It's fifteen minutes" Chezy said as he watched Dallas still standing at the same spot.

"Did you remember that you were my wife?" Dallas puffed his cigarette smoke into the air. His shirt tie was loosened and two buttons were opened.

Chezy didn't beat him.

Dallas turned off the cigarette butts in the ashtray and approached Chezy. The woman took a few small steps back but Dallas immediately pulled her waist.

Their eyes collided with each other. The blue iris of the sea eye meets the iris of the browned eye, very interesting.

Chezy was a little stiff in the man's arms. He was unfamiliar with this kind of scene and immediately lowered his head. Dallas is back. He pinched gently on the woman's chin and kissed her.

Chezy surprised.

Links lip both long enough, Chezy did not refuse. She was a normal woman at first thought and then also had her contract wife status at second thought.

Even if this is just the shameless contract wife of a man, Chezy should also be good at taking advantage of this advantage. Although he admitted, meeting Dallas was also one of his misadventures when he came to this country.

As their kiss ended, Chezy felt a little awkward. He tried to breathe as much oxygen as possible.

"It seems that Mr. Dallas can't hold himself back, '" teased Chezy.

This guy who has a nice body must be diligent in sports, but why can't he hold back after kissing him?

Dallas squinted, her lips tight and her forehead slightly wrinkled. "It's you" he whispered.

"So?"

"So you have to put out the fire as well."

No waiter dared to enter so Dallas did not lock the door. He threw the woman on the bed and immediately crushed her without further ado.

Knowing if Dallas has some kind of madness again, Chezy gets a little goosebumps.

"Wait, wait. You can't just do this. Let's talk about it" Chezy said, wanting to negotiate tonight.

Dallas had already taken off the tie, shirt and expensive belt he was wearing. Then move on to taking off the clothes that Chezy was wearing. His throat was a little dry at this time.

"What to explain? Want to explain how you can speed in a taxi car at such a dangerous speed? Do you like to play racing cars while you're in Country K?"

"Of course not! I'm just talented." Chezy.

"Then, you should also be talented in bed, right?"

"...." - ".Of course not only, the inner woman.

At first Dallas only touched a few places to make Chezy a little uncomfortable. But shortly after, Dallas changed his mind. He takes the tie and starts tying Chezy's hands together.

Finally Chezy changed her expression at this moment. "What are you doing?!" He was shocked and wanted to refuse.

"Last time you like to play rough, let's try."

"I'm not done with you!" Chezy in the end could not help but scream.

Unfortunately Dallas is not concerned about Chezy's current screams and curses. He actually played hard enough that Chezy occasionally had to shout at Dallas with swear words.

After time passed, the atmosphere in the room naturally still rose. The woman did not know her current expression as it turned her back. If he knew, he could see Dallas' face showing some kind of tenderness in his eyes.

The man kissed a strand of Chezy's long hair that was loosely severed. But the madness in him is not over.

"Dallas, can you untie this bond" he asked. "I feel uncomfortable."

Dallas exhaled his warm breath in Chezy's ear. "Begging me" he whispered.

Chezy gritted her teeth, a little embarrassed and unwilling. "Dallas, please untie this!"

The woman turned her head, looking at him while growling. This guy wants a lot.

But Dallas was not affected at all and kissed his lips at a glance. "Call me 'husband' first. If not, forget it. After all, you can't fight me right now."

"I'm not ashamed!" Chezy yelled in frustration.

Why was this shameless man born into the world?

Are all cold, stone-faced men actually more perverted than even an acute lewd man?

But Dallas sneered, "I'm shameless, what can you do?" He's provoking.

"I'll definitely kill you."

"Killing a husband is domestic violence. It's illegal and you can go to jail."

"..."

Once again Chezy cursed in her heart, her mind getting messed up. Inevitably, he gritted his teeth.

"My husband, please let go of the bond" said Chezy spontaneously, between embarrassment and unwillingness.

His revenge grew by one in his heart. He would definitely avenge all of this in the future.

Then Dallas removed the tie that tied Chezy's hands without any more conditions.