My CEO Toy Turned Out to Be the Lost Heir Chapter 01

My CEO Toy Turned Out to Be the Lost Heir Chapter 01

I only like men who are pure and innocent.

I was disgusted by the fact that my “canary’s” chest was too large, so I was forcing him to wear a tight compression tank.

Suddenly, I saw the scrolling comments:

[The toxic female supporting character is doing too much. Humiliating the male lead like this… just wait for the revenge.]

[LOL, does she not know that the male lead is actually an heir to a massive Old Money estate? Once Julian Rivers reclaims his status, the first thing he’ll do is bankrupt her family.]

[No matter how much “forced love” she tries, Julian is still going to fall for the female lead at first sight. From then on, his massive chest will only be for the female lead to bury her face in~]

My hand, which was about to slap Julian, froze in mid-air.

Instead, I reached out and gently touched his face:

“Forget it. If you don’t want to wear the tank, you don’t have to”.

Julian’s expression turned dazed for a moment.

A flash of confusion crossed his eyes.

After all, a second ago, I was in a towering rage.

After measuring his chest, I found it was a staggering 43 inches!

I had sneered and questioned him, asking who he was trying to seduce by constantly hitting the gym to work on his chest? Which “other woman” was he trying to become a “muscle mommy” for?

Then I brought out the XL compression tank I had prepared and insisted he put it on.

But I hadn’t expected his chest muscles to be so massive that they actually ripped the fabric.

Now, Julian coldly brushed my hand away from his face.

He bent down, picked up the torn fabric from the floor, and said self-deprecatingly:

“There’s no need for sarcasm”.

“I get it”.

“I’ll go order a custom XXL one later so it actually fits”.

I panicked and tried to explain:

“Men shouldn’t have to wear stuff like that”.

“I was wrong just now. I shouldn’t have forced you”.

Hearing this, Julian paused.

In an act of self-abandonment, he violently ripped off the tight black sweater he was halfway through putting on.

It revealed a torso with smooth lines and tightly packed muscle.

My throat went dry at the sight.

But remembering the comments, I forced myself to look away.

Julian changed into a loose hoodie, hiding his perfect physique.

He looked down at me with cold, detached eyes:

“You cursed at that sweater before, saying it wasn’t ‘virtuous’ for a man to wear”.

“I’m not wearing it anymore”.

“Are you satisfied now?”

I felt a sense of despair.

I had said that—that a tight black sweater was the most scandalous thing a man could wear.

But that was then, and this is now.

Why was he twisting my words?

I squeezed out what I hoped was a gentle, harmless smile:

“You’re free to wear whatever you want”.

“In the future, I won’t control you anymore”.

To my surprise, Julian’s face darkened even further.

He closed his eyes and said with almost palpable fury:

“Sienna, how many times do I have to explain?”

“I didn’t use my body to attract attention!”

“Dealing with your suspicion and paranoia has left me physically and mentally exhausted. How could I possibly have the energy for anyone else?”

Julian’s body swayed slightly.

His face was a mask of despair and helplessness.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he said hoarsely:

“Besides, I’ve already been ‘ruined’ by a wicked woman like you”.

“As ‘second-hand goods’ like me, do you really think anyone else would want me?”