The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 299: A Sweet Display

Meanwhile, Louis York still had to stay up late to resolve the issue for the two of them. He had his subordinates post the previous video, clarifying that the scene where Julian covered his face and ran away was simply him hiding hickeys after some slightly rough, affectionate teasing from Ethan Caldwell. Of course, exactly as he had predicted, someone guided public opinion to argue against it, because after all, Julian’s previous appearance truly looked too much like someone covering his face and running away in tears.

Overacting could certainly breed its own set of problems.

But Louis York did not care too much; after conveying the necessary information to watch out for in the near future, he also went to sleep. He would just let public opinion ferment, pushing too hard and too fast would conversely only make people more suspicious that everything was staged.

The real show had to wait until early morning.

Thus, netizens stayed up all night following the drama, flooded with all sorts of news and extreme theatrics, until everything finally settled down around dawn. Naturally, there were still a few people enthusiastically arguing, but the majority of bystanders held a half-believing, half-doubting attitude, leaning slightly towards Ethan Caldwell.

How could anyone who was beaten by their husband run from Saint Lawrence City to Kensington city, where their husband was on a business trip, the very next day just to be intimate? If they said it was arranged beforehand, that was not right either. Could Ethan Caldwell have colluded with Helena Thornton to have her act out this play?

Helena Thornton had scolded people so viciously, and Gemma Thornton’s appearance was clearly that of someone who had been infuriated by her own biological aunt.

Therefore, perhaps everything was simply a misunderstanding.

The drama came to a temporary halt at dawn. But when the sky brightened completely, and everyone was preparing to eat breakfast and go to work, the fun erupted once again.

It did not come from anonymous forums, nor did it come from bloggers posting cryptic messages on social media platforms. The post appeared on the timeline of Julian’s verified social media account. A post consisting solely of the word "adorable" accompanied by a photo.

Taken from the left side, it revealed a glimpse of someone’s pristine white shoulder buried in the blankets, with a few stray strands of hair cascading down, while soft morning sunlight streamed in from the other side. People in Kensington city all knew that this was a camera angle from the VIP floor of the top hotel in their city.

Previously, this hotel had run a marketing campaign stating that only the windows of the VIP suites could capture such an unobstructed sunrise view in this city. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

And the bare shoulder in the photo likely belonged to Julian. Aside from the pale skin, people could also see bright red hickeys that had yet to fade. Not just one, but many hickeys overlapping each other.

The comments were purely teasing, any unpleasant words had all been deleted, and those accounts were blocked.

[Just looking at it, one can tell how intense last night was.]

[Holy shit, looking at this, did they continue going at it even after having their door banged on yesterday?]

[I just rewatched the livestream from yesterday. Did you guys notice that when Julian walked out, his legs were trembling, and a few times when he took a step too wide, his face looked like he was about to cry? CEO Ethan is so fierce!]

[Damn, I noticed that too. The moment he got close, Ethan Caldwell automatically pulled him into his chest. I am guessing they did it a lot.]

[Hey, could it be that when Julian walked out, semen was leaking out of his little mouth?]

[Ew, speak properly, will you? But I admit, that sounds enticing. Holy crap, the two of them are such a perfect match, looking at Julian’s spoiled appearance, I only hate that I do not have a penis!]

[Is Ethan Caldwell really that good in bed? Getting beaten up but still showing his face to be screwed!]

[Has your wifi been cut off since last night? Update your news, buddy, that was just their bedroom foreplay, some random chick just went online to make false accusations!]

[Who knows, I do not really believe it. What if it is staged?]

[If it is staged, it must definitely be because Ethan Caldwell fucks so well, screwing him to the point where Julian forgets all about the things he did wrong.]

[Putting other things aside, looking at Ethan Caldwell’s figure yesterday, I bet 100 USD that he really fucks well.]

[Damn, how can the post of a company’s CEO be this filthy? Can you guys comment a bit more politely?]

[Do you think the picture he uploaded is polite, that you demand us to be polite? Does he think having a delicious wife is a big deal? Damn show-off!]

[But he really does have a delicious wife, I want one too!]

[Dream on!]

Ethan Caldwell did not care much about the information on the internet. The man woke up, finished his personal hygiene routine, and after changing his clothes, he walked out. Julian was still buried in the bed sleeping, his pristine white arm pressing against the soft blanket; the corner of the blanket at the bottom was also kicked off, revealing a section of his fair white ankle.

Dotted across it were several hickeys.

The man pressed a few kisses over them, creating new bright red marks, and then smiled contentedly as he took a picture. After that, he kissed Julian’s forehead: "I am leaving now."

He did not know if Julian heard him, there was only a very soft murmur as if in response, and then Julian rolled over, buried himself in the blanket, and continued sleeping.

Ethan Caldwell smiled, helped him adjust the blanket, and turned the air conditioner up a little. Julian often kicked off the blankets, and he was not wearing any clothes yet, a low air conditioning temperature would easily make him catch a cold. Once everything was settled, the man finally walked out the door.

As he walked, he uploaded the photo onto his social media account, the very picture he had just taken a moment ago.

The caption read: "I am going to work, baby." He even tagged Julian’s account.

If Julian already wanted to use this incident to build an image for them and gain more fame, then he did not mind lending a helping hand. He would feed dog food to those single netizens out there.

Praising his wife for being delicious?

That was a matter of course, but no matter how delicious, he could only lie moaning on this Ethan Caldwell’s bed anyway.