Chapter 9
The news of the Lynch Group’s CEO going on a vacation with his sugar baby was the top trending topic on Twitter these days.
The netizens bumped into Samuel and Natalie everywhere. Nosy people would take photos of the couple’s intimate interaction and post them on the Internet, stirring up discussion among the public.
“I thought Mr. Lynch was just playing with her feelings. I didn’t expect that he’d be serious and dote on his sugar baby so much.”
“I heard that Mr. Lynch divorced his wife just to give his sugar baby formal recognition.”
“His sugar baby is truly something. Do you think she’ll be the next Mrs. Lynch, or Mr. Lynch is simply playing with her feelings?”
Those speculations sparked the netizens‘ interest, and everyone started leaving comments and delving deeper into it.
Some said Samuel would marry Natalie, but some said Samuel wasn’t serious about this relationship.
Everyone held onto their own opinions, and none of them gave in. They even started a bet.
Meanwhile, Natalie read all the comments on the Internet and gradually bit her lips hard.
Although Samuel had divorced Catherine so that Natalie would agree to be with him, Natalie still felt insecure deep down.
She wondered if she was overthinking, but Samuel suddenly seemed to lose interest in her after she agreed to be with him.
If Natalie had been the one in control of the relationship previously, then Samuel had taken her role now.
Now, Natalie had to ask about him all the time and look for him. Besides, she was always turned down by him.
Samuel would comfort her by saying that he was too busy these days, but a woman’s gut feeling was always right.
She always thought Samuel wasn’t giving his all in this relationship.
When they had just announced their relationship to the public, and when someone called her a sugar baby, Samuel would always beat them to it first to make them shut their mouth.
After that, he would even clarify to the public through Lynch Group’s official website that Natalie wasn’t his sugar baby, but his new girlfriend.
However, many were calling her a sugar baby on the Internet now, but Samuel and Lynch Group hadn’t done anything even after so long.
Natalie wondered if Samuel was just playing with her feelings, like what those netizens had assumed.
Nonetheless, the sincerity Samuel had shown when he pursued her wasn’t fake.
The more Natalie thought about it, the more anxious she felt. She was spacing out unknowingly, so she didn’t even realize someone was next to her.
Suddenly, a big hand reached inside her thin nightgown and rubbed her body freely. At the same time, Samuel brushed his lips against her nape, then her cheek.
Natalie moaned, and her frail body slumped against his chest.
Samuel stared at the alluring woman in his arms, his gaze buming with desire. In the end, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He held the back of her head and kissed her passionately.
“Hey, gently…”
The wall light cast a faint glow across the gloomy bedroom, tracing the shadows of the two who pressed their bodies against each other.
Samuel pinned her under him as he ran his fingers freely across her body. Just when Samuel stuck his hand under Natalie’s nightgown, the chill of his palm snapped her out of her desire.
Natalie pushed him away forcefully and rolled to the other side of the bed. She wrapped her arms tightly around her body, and her ears were flushed.
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“N–No… We can’t do this now, we must wait until we get married…”
Natalie’s grandmother had always taught her that she should keep her virginity until the night of her wedding.
Besides, considering the way Samuel treated her now, she still couldn’t devote herself completely.
She must wait until they were married, after she became his wife.
Samuel stared at his empty hand and Natalie on the other side of the bed. His gaze dimmed, and he looked sorry as he pulled Natalie into his embrace. Then, he planted a kiss on her head. “I’m sorry that I haven’t thought of that. It’s okay. I respect your stance.
Only then did Natalie look up and meet his deep–set, affectionate eyes, and she began to waver. “Samuel, thank you.”
