Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！

She looked into Jose Floyd’s eyes, pure and captivating, ”If you want, I can.”

Her words were clear, and she sensed that as she spoke, his body became noticeably warmer, scarily so.

”Do you know that saying this is destroying the last bit of reason I have?” Jose Floyd subconsciously tightened his grip around Nicole’s waist.

Feeling a slight pain at her waist, Nicole spoke to Jose Floyd with some nervousness, ”Aunt Myres has said, my greatest duty is to satisfy you. And I understand, as your woman, I should fulfill all your needs.”

After Nicole finished speaking, she looked into Jose Floyd’s eyes clouded with passion, steeled herself, and wrapped her alabaster arms around his neck, leaning towards his cheek, standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, ”I can...”

Jose Floyd’s body visibly stiffened; her fingertips were a bit cold, entwined around his neck. He could clearly feel the stiffness and tension in her fingers. He gazed deeply at Nicole for a while, then slowly bent down to pick her up and walked indoors.

Jose Floyd carried Nicole towards the bed; both of them were extremely tense.

Nicole’s heart was pounding fiercely enough that Jose Floyd noticed and glanced at her, somewhat deeply.

He placed her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then turned as if to leave.

”Jose—do you really not want me?” Nicole reached out to grab Jose Floyd, who was about to leave, biting her lip, looking at him somewhat bewildered.

Jose Floyd turned back, looking into Nicole’s eyes, then at her beautiful fingers, lightly said, ”Nicole, you’re still young. Your eighteenth birthday will be my final wait. When that day comes, even if you resist, it won’t change my desire for you. You should know by now, I am not a kind person. You’re what I have decided on, not in a rush for this moment. And what I clearly tell you now, is for you to understand fully and be mentally prepared in advance. There are a few months left till your eighteenth birthday, I can wait.”

With that, Jose Floyd went into the bathroom on his own.

Nicole watched his figure, biting her lip, her emotions complex, her gaze also complex.

He’s truly good to her beyond words, willing to wait until she turns eighteen. He pampers her to the point of confusion, to where she can sometimes forget Wade’s grudge, lost in his kindness.

Jose Floyd might be cold and unfeeling to others, but to her, Nicole, he is truly not at all bad.

When Jose Floyd came out twenty minutes later, he saw her dazed on the bed, and he lifted the quilt to lie down inside.

As soon as he got in bed, a rush of cold accidentally touched Nicole, startling her, ”Did you take a cold shower for this long? In this winter, aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?”

His body had an abnormal chill, she could easily tell he had just used cold water for a shower.

Jose Floyd did not speak, his eyes were calm, his expression indifferent.

Nicole, a bit uneasy, softly suggested, ”How about I ask Camden to find you a woman to come over? Or you could go out with Young Master Charington and Jude Charington to have some fun... Other women should be able to fulfill your needs...”

Before Nicole could finish her sentence, she felt a cold gaze sweep over her, filled with chill.

”Jose, what kind of look is that?” Nicole pressed her lips together.

Weren’t her words quite reasonable?

He said he wouldn’t touch her, and she’s suggesting Camden find him someone to satisfy his needs—isn’t he supposed to think she’s considerate?

”You sleep!” Jose Floyd lifted the quilt, got out of bed barefoot, and walked outside, his face turning from indifferent to the usual cold.