The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife novel Chapter 303

'Dang it! Jacob seems like someone who is calm and quiet on the inside but volatile and sexy on the inside. He appeared to dislike me on the surface, but in reality, he yearned for my body for a very long time already.’

He got closer and closer to her.

Anna Wright’s entire body tensed up from anxiety.

She watched helplessly as Jacob was about to make his way to her so she said subconsciously, "This is happening a little too soon, right? I feel that we should wait one more week. Your body is still very weak now."

Jacob Shelby stopped walking and narrowed his eyes t o look at Anna. “My body is still very weak? I suppose I'm not weak to this extent, huh. For a trifle like this, I can still do it."

He was very eager just as expected...

Anna’s face blushed even more. "I think it's better for you to take it slow."

'Don't let your sexual desire hurt your body, young man!’

Jacob frowned, then he stuffed the shirt into Anna's hand right away. "If that's the case, why don’t you help me then?" "Help... Help you?" Anna held the shirt and her entire person flushed as red as a cooked shrimp. "I, I don't have any experience in this."

"It's fine. You'll get used to it after a while, I won't complain," said Jacob in all apparent seriousness.

At this very moment, Anna was so shy that she wanted to hide under the ground. "I... I still feel that this is happening a little too soon. Moreover, you have yet to confess your feelings to me. Our status is not official yet, so how is this okay?"

Jacob was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Anna, feeling baffled. "You're only helping me to wash my shirt and you need a status for that? Forget about i t then, I shall wash it myself." 1

Jacob took back the shirt and walked past Anna to head to the washroom right away.

Anna was dumbstruck with bewilderment as she looked at her empty hands.

Huh?

Wash his shirt?

She turned around and looked at Jacob incredulously. "You removed your shirt because you wanted to wash i t?"

"What else?" Jacob shot a side glance at her.

He tossed the shirt into the wash basin, then took out a new shirt and put it on calmly.

Oh oh oh oh!

Anna felt sick.

Jacob had only wanted to wash his shirt yet she made up such a huge show in her imagination. Anna was only glad that Jacob did not know what was on her mind, fortunately. Otherwise, she would be embarrassed to death.

"Leave it be. I shall help you wash it." Anna helped Jacob start hand washing the shirt in dejection.

"Do you know how to do it?" Jacob was doubtful.

"Is there anything that I don't know how to do?! Don't look down on me. The people from our Wright family have always taken care of our own business. Also, I have a Pawpaw Clark at home who is ill and I'm the one who takes care of him. Not that I'm praising myself, but the caretakers out there aren't as meticulous as I am."

"Pawpaw? I thought your grandfather passed away during the unrest?" Jacob passed her a soap bar.

Anna began rubbing soap all over the shirt skillfully then she said, "I'm not talking about my biological grandfather. Pawpaw Clark is a sworn brother of my grandfather. It is also due to his help that my father and mother managed to stay alive during the unrest. Pawpaw Clark didn’t have any children so my parents invited him to stay with us afterward. My brother and I referred to him as Pawpaw Clark. Pawpaw Clark is n o different than a real grandfather to us." "Ah," answered Jacob. "Family love that is not tied by

blood relationship? That's rather rare."

Anna shifted her gaze and she could not help speaking with a soft voice, "That's right. Frankly, the presence of a blood relationship doesn't play a huge role in the depth of our affection. Take Pawpaw Clark for example. Our relationship had been building slowly from spending time with each other for a few decades. He was not our real grandfather, but it didn't stop us from getting along like family. So in truth, you and Susie are also..."

"It's done, you can start agitating the fabric now," Jacob interrupted her sentence.

"Ah sure," answered Anna, then she began agitating the sleeves in all seriousness.

She could not help blinking her eyes innocently after she was done washing the shirt. What did she want to say earlier?

Bad Jacob. The only thing he knew was to interrupt her train of thought.

Anna peeked at Jacob once. He was already done wringing out the top and had placed it in the dryer.