Wife on Strike! Beg Harder, Mr. Billionaire! / Chapter 4 NO KISSES, NO BREAKFAST, NO MERCY! | 36.36%staring at my phone screen, when Nathan
ve you been thinkin
gainst my ribs. How did he know about the family lawyer? Then I remembered the shared digital
nging immediately
iped to answer, and brou
w to operate the coffee machine, or are you just
devoid of its usual arrogant edge. "Is that appointment... Are you talking to
eeks before our anniversary, Nathaniel. After another late night, another canceled dinner, and
line. When Nathaniel spoke again, h
ally consideri
oing this to play games. I wouldn't have started a ninety-day strike if I had alread
on slipping into his tone. "Don't... just d
Nathaniel," I reminded
down. I knew he was scared, and part of me ached because I still loved him
ouse like a one-woman hurricane, carrying a bag
pointment and his total confusion over not having his clothes laid out,
ghty billionaire Nathaniel Blackwood is finally sweating! But listen to me, Soph-don't let this
you mean?
nife at me. "You spent three years managing his schedule. Now
he bed. As I flipped through the pages-hand-drawn blueprints, color palettes for boutique hotels, and cozy living room layouts-a familiar spark ignited
nt door opened, and heavy foo
d tired, but he was holding a large bouquet of vibrant tulips-my absolute favorite-
know flowers don't fix an anniversary disaster, and
up at his eyes. I could see
thaniel. They'
epping closer. "About yeste
my presence for granted, assuming that providing a luxurious life was enough to keep me happy. When I explained how I had slowly buried my own dreams of opening an inter
rying," he murmured, reaching out to ta
h, I felt my defenses melting. But then my phone buzzed o
n at the scre
rotective instincts flaring up. "Who's messagi
un with him. I tilted the ph
y dreams, encourages my career, an
e CEO looked dangerously close to commit
design circles? Because I will personally
g idiot," I interrupt
g out a heavy breath of r
ophie Blackwood. You're tryin
m, "a man who ignores his wife for three years shou
grew thick with that familiar, electric chemistry. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing
" he whispered, his voice low a
right against his lips,
are still suspend
his head back against the
punishing me harder tha
earn them," I teased, standing up. "Show me so
s eyes with sudden, stubborn determ
ng," I said with a bright smile. "Without ca
rocket ship from scratch. But then his stubborn pride t
multimillion-dollar real estate pr
away toward the kitchen. "Go
guest room, I heard muffled, angry whispering coming from Nath
ear with a look of absolute desperation. He didn't sound like a powerful billion
stop myself from laughing out loud when hi
! Just teach me how to make pancakes be

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