His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1352: Becoming a Woman_1

Chapter 1352: Chapter 1352: Becoming a Woman_1

Chapter 1352

Alexander Foster’s whip injuries were quite severe.

He didn’t mention much, but Chloe Collins learned from Charles Carrington that he took two lashings for Robert Foster.

Those two lashes were originally aimed at Robert, but Alexander blocked them. He caught the whip with his bare hands, and when the Master pulled it out, in a fit of anger, he lashed at Alexander’s chest twice.

That day he was wearing a white shirt, which was instantly slashed by the whip, leaving two red marks.

It’s been two days since that day, and the wounds have not yet healed.

Chloe got a jar of ointment from Albert Green and after dinner, she asked Alexander to take off his clothes so she could apply it on him.

But when she brought the ointment back, she saw Alexander, head bowed, reading a book, his shirt still on.

"Let’s apply the medicine," she said.

Alexander put down his book and said, "Just leave it here, I’ll apply it later. It’s on the front, so it won’t bother."

Chloe stared at him calmly: "Are you... avoiding me?"

Alexander chuckled, pulled her over to him to sit on his lap, and whispered, "No, I’m just afraid... I won’t be able to control myself."

Chloe looked puzzled for a second, and then, her gaze reflectively dropped, looking at something.

Suddenly everything was clear.

Alexander whispered, "I’m also a vigorous young man."

Chloe just wanted to check his wounds but didn’t expect the conversation to drift in that direction.

She couldn’t help but recall the night when they first slept on the same bed.

The blurry-eyed man did not forget to kiss her.

It was a subconscious action, an instinctive reaction.

Seeing her in a daze, Alexander let her go: "Go and rest, it’s Christmas in two days, I’ll take you out."

Expectation was gleaming in Chloe’s eyes: "Where are we going?"

Watching her serious yet adorable expression, Alexander leaned in for a kiss and said, "It’s a secret for now."

Chloe was smiling, resting her chin on his shoulder, seemingly already daydreaming about the joy of traveling.

In the silence, a sound echoed, as if clothes were being violently ripped off.

Alexander’s complexion shifted slightly, and a tolerant smile emerged in his dark eyes.

Chloe was taking off his shirt and reached for the jar of ointment. She took some and started applying it onto his wounds.

Red and raw, gory and fresh.

Seeing this, her tranquil face suddenly showed a hint of annoyance.

"Why didn’t you dodge?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled.

The cooling sensation spreading across his chest and the slight itch of her fingers made it difficult for the man to concentrate. He said softly, "I needed to let him vent his anger."

Chloe frowned and continued applying the ointment.

Her fingers accidentally pressed a little too hard, and the man let out a low groan.

The anger in her eyes dissipated, and she slowed down her motion.

In the silence, her wrist was suddenly held by the man.

She looked up, and her lips were captured in his kiss, deepening gradually.

Her mind slowly lost its ability to think with the flow of emotions, she gradually submerged in his maneuvers, her hands involuntarily wrapped around his neck, stepping into his rhythm...

The exquisite little bottle containing the ointment rolled down onto the ground, followed by one piece of dropped clothing after another...

Chloe felt like she was floating in a warm sky, swooping up and down, like she was in the clouds, in an underwater world.

For the first time, she tasted a new kind of pleasure - the feeling of her body being completely gratified.

That night, she morphed from a girl to a woman.

Morning came.

Chloe nestled in Alexander’s neck and the first thing she saw upon opening her eyes were the snowflakes falling outside the window - pure, beautiful, swirling in the wind before slowly landing on the window.

The colder the wind blew outside, the warmer she felt inside, all because of him.