Chapter 35 Getting a Treatment

The moment Wesley Merritt heard her words, every cell in his body ignited, his blood surging like wildfire. His eyes burned with fierce intensity as he stared at Violet Leach. They say women are full of contradictions—saying no while meaning yes. And here it was, proven true. A smirk curled Wesley's lips. In one swift motion, he unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and lay down on the bed, his heart thudding—thump, thump-thump—so violently it felt ready to burst from his chest. For the patriarch of the Merritt family, this was his first time ever feeling such raw nerves. Even at eighteen, when he'd represented the company at international summits, he'd never been this rattled. He was a man who faced every challenge with ice-cold composure—until now. Under Wesley's heated anticipation, Violet finally moved. She reached out and pulled his shirt open to either side. Staring at the man's rapidly rising and falling chest, Violet couldn't help but laugh. "My technique isn't that bad. Yo