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Un Matrimonio Por Contrato Con Mi Jefe Capítulo

Desperate to save her family from financial ruin, a hardworking woman enters a high-stakes legal union with her cold, billionaire employer. What begins as a strategic business arrangement soon blurs the lines between professional duty and genuine desire. As they navigate the complexities of their fake marriage, hidden secrets and corporate rivalries threaten their fragile bond. Will their staged romance evolve into a true love story?
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Chapter 7

Sarah estaba sorprendida. Ella agarró su teléfono y se acercó a la ventana. Charles estaba afuera, parado en medio de un ardiente fuego artificial en forma de corazón. La vio en la ventana y gritó: "¡Sarah, te amo! ¡Feliz cumpleaños!"

Cuando todo empezó a calar hondo, Sarah se dio cuenta de que no podía sentir pena por ella misma porque su hermana y su amante habían recordado su cumpleaños y se habían preocupado por ella. Claramente, Charles solo quería darle una sorpresa. De repente, empezó a llorar. Oyendo sus gritos por teléfono, Sophia preguntó: "¿Qué te pasa? ¿Por qué estás llorando?"

Rápidamente le explicó lo que estaba pasando a Sophia y le dijo que la llamaría más tarde. Una vez que colgó el teléfono, bajó corriendo a saludar a Charles.

Charles sonrió y abrió sus brazos, esperando el abrazo de Sarah.

Cuando Sarah corrió a sus brazos, inmediatamente la levantó, la giró y la besó.

Los fuegos artificiales eran tan hermosos, iluminando la noche oscura y reflejando su amor romántico. Se pararon en los fuegos artificiales en forma de corazón y se besaron tan apasionadamente que olvidaron que había gente que pasaba cerca de ellos.

En ese momento, Sarah estaba tan conmovida que su corazón sentía como si fuera a salir volando de su pecho. Por lo tanto, cuando Charles la abrazó y la besó, ella no pudo evitar abrazarlo tan fuerte como pudo.

En ese momento, ninguna parte de ella se resistió al contacto entre hombre y mujer, solo queriendo experimentar plenamente este momento feliz.

Después de mucho tiempo, Charles la soltó, respiró suavemente con su frente contra la de ella, y preguntó: "¿Eres feliz?"

Sarah suspiró, lo miró profundamente y asintió.

Entonces Charles preguntó: "¿Te has mudado?"

Sarah asintió de nuevo con las lágrimas goteando por sus mejillas. No podía recordar una época en la que se había sentido tan feliz antes. Es una cosa feliz cuando hay alguien que se preocupa por ti y hace cosas hermosas por ti.

Charles enjugó suavemente sus lágrimas y preguntó suavemente: "Sarah, ¿de verdad me amas? ¿Cuánto me quieres?"

Sarah lo miró intensamente. Ella no sabía muy bien qué decir, pero lo abrazó fuertemente y le dijo: "Charles, me preocupo por ti. Realmente me importas".

Ella no sabía cómo expresar sus pensamientos, solo repetía esa frase una y otra vez. Ella lo amaba con todo su corazón, pero no tenía confianza en que un hombre como él la trataría con tanto amor y cuidado. Así, su amor estaba lleno de miedo. Pero esta noche, después de ver todo lo que había hecho por ella, empezó a convencerse de que tal vez todo eso era innecesario.

Charles la miró a los ojos y dijo: "Siempre dudas de mi sinceridad, pero esta noche, ¿has sentido realmente mi amor?"

Sarah finalmente asintió y lo abrazó fuertemente, "Charles, gracias".

Charles sonrió feliz.

Se abrazaron hasta que se quemaron todos los fuegos artificiales. Al darse cuenta de la cantidad de gente que había dejado de verlos, Sarah se sintió tímida y se abrazó a Charles. Riéndose, Charles dijo: "¿No me vas a pedir que suba?"

Sarah agarró rápidamente su mano para llevarlo arriba, pero Charles dijo: "Espera un minuto". Después, volvió a su coche y recuperó un gran pastel y un ramo de flores.

Sarah tímidamente tomó las flores y las olió. Luego, tomaron las manos del otro y subieron juntos. Sarah era tan tímida como si fuera una estudiante de secundaria que secretamente salía con su amor.

Cuando volvieron a la casa de Sarah, Charles sacó otra gran bolsa de cosas. Le entregó una bolsa de papel y le dijo: "He pasado mucho tiempo eligiendo esto, y finalmente elegí este para ti. Date prisa, a ver si te queda bien o no".

Sarah tomó la bolsa y encontró un hermoso vestido dentro, hecho de un material sedoso divino. Ella miró a Charles con dudas. Sonrió: "Date prisa, pruébatelo. Déjame ver si te queda bien".

Sarah cogió el vestido y entró en su habitación. Pero en el momento en que abrió el bolso, dudó porque la falda era, de hecho, una falda con suspensión. La miró un rato, y luego fue a probársela. Como era de esperarse, su pecho estaba medio expuesto. Mirándose al espejo, vio lo glamurosa que era con este sexy vestido rojo.

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