Secret Marriage: The CEO's Pampered Wife

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Is Your Arm Sore, or Is Your Hand Sore?

He absolutely hated it when Georgia Thorne called him Mr. Sheridan!

There was already an age gap between them. At the supermarket earlier, quite a few people had assumed he was an older relative.

"Elliot Sheridan, you’re bullying me again!" Georgia Thorne paid no mind to his gloomy expression. "I’m a patient, and you actually made me help you carry things. My arms are so sore!"

Elliot Sheridan’s gaze on her was profound. Georgia Thorne’s cheeks were flushed red, and tiny beads of sweat dotted her smooth forehead, likely from chasing him just now.

Before he met Georgia Thorne, Elliot Sheridan had been with countless women, but they were merely companions, like Amanda Thorne had been.

Elliot Sheridan disliked coquettish women. They always struck him as phony; their pouting was always for a purpose—for clothes, jewelry, a house, or other, even more valuable things.

But Georgia Thorne was different. Elliot Sheridan adored it when she acted coy. It was utterly charming and effortlessly stirred his desire.

The more Elliot Sheridan looked at Georgia Thorne, the more he liked her, the more pleasing he found her to be.

He pinched her flushed little cheek and gave a wicked smile. "Are your arms sore, or is it your hands?"

Georgia Thorne, "..."

Just when she’d finally managed to forget, he had to bring it all back with a single sentence. freewebnovёl.ƈom

Mortified, she shoved the bags into Elliot Sheridan’s arms and strode quickly ahead.

’Seriously, talk about touching a sore spot!’

Georgia Thorne stormed off in a silent huff, but Elliot Sheridan caught up to her in a few long strides.

Elliot Sheridan observed her silently, carrying the bags in one hand and taking her small hand in his other.

"Are they really sore? I’ll give you a massage when we get back."

Coincidentally, it was the same hand he had grabbed this morning. Whether intentionally or not, he seemed to be reminding her of it.

Georgia Thorne tried to pull her hand away, but his large hand only gripped it tighter.

’I don’t want one,’ she mumbled under her breath. ’Who knows if he means my hand or my arm!’

Still, Georgia Thorne never thought Elliot Sheridan would say something like "I’ll give you a massage."

Elliot Sheridan was too high and mighty. He didn’t seem like the type of person who would give a massage; he was the type who received them.

The two of them walked back slowly.

Along the way, they passed many residents of the apartment complex. Elliot Sheridan’s exceptional good looks attracted the gazes of numerous women.

Georgia Thorne instinctively tried to pull her hand back. With so many people watching, she was embarrassed. Besides, she wasn’t used to being this physically close with a man.

Elliot Sheridan knew she was feeling bashful, so he held on even tighter.

"You’re my girlfriend. What’s there to be ashamed of!"

Elliot Sheridan looked perfectly nonchalant, but Georgia Thorne just couldn’t bring herself to do the same. She hung her head low, her long hair concealing half of her small face.

Back home, Elliot Sheridan put the groceries on the table.

As usual, Georgia Thorne asked him what he wanted to eat. Elliot Sheridan replied, "Anything’s fine."

It was nice to have a man who wasn’t a picky eater. Georgia Thorne took the groceries into the kitchen.

While she was washing the vegetables, a call came in from Nancy Hughes.

"Hello?" Nancy Hughes’s voice was exceptionally polite, soft, and gentle. For a moment, Georgia Thorne thought it was a customer service representative.

"Nancy, what’s up with you?"

"Georgia, it’s you!" The relief in her voice was palpable, but then she tensed up again. "Um, our CEO isn’t there with you, is he?"

Georgia Thorne replied, "No, he’s not!"

Nancy Hughes let out a couple of "ohs." "Did you two spend the night together last night? The sleeping-in-the-same-bed kind?"

"How did you know?" Georgia Thorne asked, surprised. ’Didn’t Nancy go back to her hometown a while ago?’

"I called you this morning, and Elliot Sheridan picked up. You have no idea—the second I heard his voice, a chill went straight down my spine. It felt like he wanted to kill someone. It scared the soul right out of me!" Nancy Hughes patted her chest. "It took me hours to recover."

Georgia Thorne had no idea Nancy Hughes had called; she’d been sleeping too soundly.

"Elliot Sheridan is not a morning person. He gets seriously grumpy." Getting yelled at was actually getting off easy.

’Back when she was younger and more naive, Elliot Sheridan had made her suffer quite a bit.’

Nancy Hughes silently wiped away a bead of sweat, imagining poor Georgia Thorne’s miserable state.

’The CEO is a CEO for a reason,’ she thought. ’Utterly domineering.’

"But still, does this mean you two have made up?"

"Mhm."

"Wow, that was fast!" Nancy Hughes was impressed. "Don’t tell me Elliot Sheridan was the one pursuing you?"

Georgia Thorne hummed in affirmation. "Georgia Thorne, you’re my hero!" Nancy said, full of admiration.

She was probably the only woman in the world who could make Elliot Sheridan come back and pursue her.

And it was true. Georgia Thorne was the first person to ever dare break up with Elliot Sheridan, and she was also the first person he had ever strong-armed into a relationship.

Unprecedented. One of a kind.

They talked for a few more minutes. Hearing some background noise on Nancy’s end, Georgia said goodbye and hung up.

Once the meal was cooked, Georgia Thorne placed the bowls and chopsticks on the table, ready to go back for the final dish: the crucian carp soup.

’I’m sick, and I still have to slave away in the kitchen for him.’

As Georgia Thorne grumbled to herself, she turned around, only to be blocked by the man who had approached her without a sound.

His kiss was surprisingly gentle, yet it left Georgia Thorne no room for refusal.

Elliot Sheridan was devastatingly handsome; every aspect of him was perfect and beyond reproach.

Intoxicated by his pleasant scent, Georgia Thorne was utterly mesmerized. How could she possibly remember they were supposed to be having dinner, or that the soup was still simmering on the stove?

That is, provided no one disturbed them.

Elliot Sheridan had just carried Georgia Thorne into the living room when a loud knocking sound came from the door.

"Someone’s at the door," Georgia Thorne reminded him shyly.

"Just a door-to-door salesman. Ignore them!" Elliot Sheridan’s brow furrowed, his annoyance palpable.

’Who the hell had the nerve to interrupt them at a moment like this!’

’A salesman? Don’t they get the day off for the national holiday?’

Elliot Sheridan was just making a casual remark. He didn’t care who was outside; as long as no one answered, they would knock for a bit and then leave.

He was carrying Georgia Thorne and had just reached the bedroom door when a shrill voice suddenly called out, "Georgia Thorne, are you home?"

It was Hayley Sullivan’s voice!

Her dazed mind snapped back to reality in an instant. Her eyes widened as she stared at Elliot Sheridan.

She scrambled to get out of his arms. "Let me go! It’s my stepmother."

Elliot Sheridan frowned, his large hands tightening their grip, making it impossible for Georgia Thorne to get down.

"What’s the panic?" Elliot Sheridan swatted her on the butt.

He put some force into it, but with Hayley Sullivan right outside, Georgia Thorne didn’t dare yelp in pain.

’How could I not be panicking!’

"Come on, just let me down already!"

Georgia Thorne was starting to break out in an anxious sweat. With a cold snort, Elliot Sheridan finally released her.

As soon as her feet hit the floor, Georgia Thorne rushed to open the door.

Suddenly, she realized something wasn’t right. She spun back around to face Elliot Sheridan. "You have to go hide!"

"Am I so shameful that I have to be hidden?" Elliot Sheridan’s face turned ashen, his eyes flaring with anger.

"No, that’s not it! You used to date Amanda Thorne. If my stepmother finds out you’re with me, she’ll definitely make a scene," Georgia Thorne explained hurriedly as she pushed him further into the apartment. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

’My own room won’t work. What if Hayley Sullivan goes in to look?’

Georgia Thorne quickly pushed Elliot Sheridan into Nancy Hughes’s room and soothed him in a soft voice, "Just stay in here for a little bit. It’ll be over soon!"

’Hayley Sullivan won’t stay for long. She must be here for a reason.’

Elliot Sheridan stared at her, his eyes profound. He grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her back.

Outside, Hayley Sullivan’s voice droned on. Georgia Thorne was sweating nervously. "I have to get the door!"

Elliot Sheridan’s expression was icy, his gaze insistent. "A kiss?"

"What?" Georgia Thorne swallowed hard. ’Did I hear that right?’

’At a critical time like this, he actually wanted her to kiss him!’