<h4>Chapter 229: Chapter 229: The Hardness Today is Truly Perfect</h4>


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    Lucas Hughes saw Chloe Simpson like this, and his mind instantly filled with everything between Chloe and Alexander Johnson.


    From their wedding night until now, every little thing yed out in his head like a movie, scene after scene.


    Especially the intimate moments Chloe shared with Alexander, which reyed over and over again.


    Even the recorded videos he had studied closely—they all turned into the fire of lust roaring in his mind at this very moment.


    What surprised Lucas more was that he had never felt this intensely before.


    His condition had indeed improvedtely, and he could get hard again.


    But never like today—never had he felt this good, this perfect in all his hardness.


    If he could use this hardness right now to ravage Chloe, how satisfying would that be!


    Lust shot straight to his brain—Lucas’s thoughts werepletely consumed by one idea.


    Her!


    Ravaging her!


    Fuck! This slut—she’s been screwed so many times by Alexander Johnson.


    Isn’t every single time marked by her begging, crying out?


    Begging while she pleads for Alexander to fuck her harder!


    She’s just asking for it! Begging for it!


    "Lucas, you..."


    Seeing Lucas in this state, Chloe suddenly tensed up.


    To be honest, after being with Alexander so many times, she naturally knew what Lucas’s expression meant at this moment.


    However, despite the years of dating Lucas, and now their marriage, they had never been intimate.


    Chloe truly felt nervous and unustomed.


    Beyond these emotions, she even started to notice an underlying sense of resistance bubbling up inside.


    Especially now, her thoughts were flooded with images of Alexander Johnson.


    In that fleeting moment, even Lucas’s face seemed to morph into Alexander’s.


    A burst of panic erupted inside her—No! That’s impossible!


    How could she end up like this?


    Chloe, remember—you are Lucas’s wife.


    Alexander Johnson was a mistake, an affair—you absolutely cannot continue getting entangled with him.


    And you surely cannot entertain any thoughts of falling in love with Alexander Johnson, nor can you have any feelings for him.


    Not even a trace!


    Chloe struggled with her emotions, repeatedly reminding herself of this in her mind.


    And yet, helplessly, the more she pushed herself to remember, the less control she seemed to have.


    Her mind kept shing back to memories of her time with Alexander.


    Especially those moments in bed, or during those seductive times when he teased her, handled her—those memories hooked her like an addiction, impossible to suppress.


    She found herself feverishly missing that feeling!


    No! It’s not true!


    Chloe was utterly frustrated, unable to get a hold of herself.


    She took a deep breath, forcibly shut her eyes, and ignored those memories—dismissing everything as she pressed herself against Lucas Hughes.


    "!"


    Lucas stiffened for a moment.


    He was caught between shock and tion! Happiness mingled with hatred!


    Fuck—what a slut!


    She just can’t help herself with men, can she?


    He hadn’t even done anything yet, and now she was taking the initiative toe on to him.


    Heh, looking back—it seemed like when he sent her to Alexander on their wedding night, it might actually have been doing her a favor!


    A filthy wench like her—if he didn’t fuck her senseless today, it would be an insult to his five years of effort and to the injury his member suffered back then!


    Lucas’s eyes gleamed with a ruthless, twisted malice as he grabbed Chloe and flipped her over, pressing her against the wall.