Chapter 333 At Least an Hour
The secretary sitting in front felt very clear about the sound of their kiss. This time, there was no agony, no torture, instead, there was a kind of relief...
Mr. Bourbon had finally heard the words he'd been waiting for...
Why did he feel an urge to cry, all of a sudden?
"Alright, let go." Abella said interrupting his momentum.
Phillipe had been kissing her for quite a while before he stopped, gazing at her affectionately, "I like you too, a lot, a lot."
He liked her so much that he wished he could offer up everything he owned just to make her happy.
He liked her so much that he wanted to be with her 24/7, to always have her by his side.
He liked her so much that every expression she made, every word she uttered, was deeply imprinted in his heart.
He liked her so much that he couldn't bear the slightest flaw, and wouldn't allow her to speak well of anyone else.
He liked her so much that he couldn't control himself, as if he had become someone else...
"Um, Mr. Bourbon... since Abella has said she likes you, about that trip to Antarctica, maybe someone else could go, hehe..." The secretary added inappropriately.
Phillipe's expression cooled once more, "Drive the car." He ordered.
The fact that he didn't ask him to pull over was already gracious, what more could he hope for?
The secretary silently drove on, thinking to himself that Abella was really something, just a few words from her could dictate Mr. Bourbon's mood...
Let Mr. Bourbon's enemies hear about this, they will be green with envy, after all, they'd tried so many schemes, so many methods, yet none were as effective as a simple word from Abella...
Later on, he'd have to talk to Abella about this Antarctica thing, he absolutely couldn't go, or his face would turn as black as charcoal...
"How have you been finding the military training these past few days? Has anyone bullied you?" Phillipe asked as he pinched Abella's cheeks, "If you've been wronged, you must tell me right away."
"Don't worry, it's all good." Abella lied because he didn’t want him to worry.
Not to mention the school, in the entirety of America, there probably weren't many who'd dare to bully her...
Phillipe stroked her fair and delicate face; despite the fierce summer sun, she hadn't tanned at all. Her skin remained as pale as ever.
Did this girl have some sort of magic? She was enchanting, always with an air of inscrutability about her. Phillipe thought.
"Can I record what you said just now, to keep it as a gift for next time? Hmm?" he cautiously asked.
Abella, witnessing someone actively ask for such a gift, couldn't help but teasingly inquire, "Is the gift you want that simple?"
"Yeah, just one word from you can keep me happy for a long time."
He didn't need any material gifts, just a word expressing her feelings for him was enough to make him traverse the entire galaxy for her.
"Sure." Abella cheerfully agreed, prompting Phillipe to shower her with kisses again...
He always had this way, one simple word could make him so happy for such a long time...
Eventually, they arrived at their residence, and the secretary stopped the car to open the door for them.
Phillipe carried Abella out of the car, taking brisk strides toward the villa's entrance with his long legs, all while continuing to shower her with kisses...
The secretary watched Mr. Bourbon as he approached the front door, pressing Abella against the door for a long kiss. The kiss lasted a good while before his fingers pressed on the fingerprint scanner to gain entry, and the kissing continued all the way inside.
The secretary couldn't help but reflect internally, "The youth of today..."
He hadn't finished his thought when his phone rang. "What? Such an urgent matter, why didn't you mention it earlier... Mr. Bourbon is currently... well, you're too late now!" the secretary shouted.
The person on the other end of the phone was baffled, clueless about the situation. "What do you mean 'too late'? Has something happened to Mr. Bourbon?"
"Goodness, no! What could possibly happen to Mr. Bourbon?" the secretary said.
But if it had to be someone, it would definitely be Abella...
If Abella wished him dead by the witching hour, he dared not live until dawn. Wait, that's not right, the secretary thought, feeling vexed for being sidetracked by the caller. Ridiculous!
"So what's actually happened to Mr. Bourbon? Assistant Qing, this is really urgent. Without Mr. Bourbon's input, nobody can make this decision... Maybe you, Assistant Qing…"
"I wouldn't dare. If I go in there now, he might rip my head off..." the assistant answered.
It's not like he hadn't seen Mr. Bourbon's fervent demeanor moments ago—a kiss so passionate, it left even his memory blushing.
"You are Assistant Qing! If reporting to him has such severe consequences, how can I just call him up..." the person on the other end said.
"I'd advise against calling him. If you disturb his mood, you might be the one ending up in Antarctica..." the secretary warned.
The person on the phone was on the verge of tears, flattering with every word he could think of, but the secretary just couldn't bring himself to interrupt Mr. Bourbon.
It's a no-go, Mr. Bourbon is in the middle of something big, and any interruption could be fatal!
"So, Assistant Qing... by your estimation, how long will Mr. Bourbon be busy?"
The secretary looked in the direction of the villa gates. "At the very least an hour or more..."
After all, given Mr. Bourbon's stamina, anything less than an hour would be implausible...
"An hour, you might as well just kill me!" the person on the phone lamented bitterly. An hour felt interminably long!
But to the secretary, one hour was not long at all, considering Mr. Bourbon's affection for Abella, it might even take until tomorrow...
The domestic staff in the villa had been transferred from Moon-lake, including the butler, Wyatt, and the chef, Rufus.
They had already heard that Lady Abella was studying at the nearby Medical University and that Mr. Bourbon was going to reside in the area from now on, so they came along to look after things...
When Phillipe carried Abella in, kissing her all the way, both the butler and chef were taken aback. Though they had witnessed the master's affections for the mistress many times back at Moon-lake...
The two men blushed at the sight, watching the gentleman kissing his lady all the way up the stairs. They hadn't even had the chance to greet him...
It seemed dinner could wait to be prepared.
Phillipe carried Abella into the bedroom. Kissing her as he gently laid her on the bed.
"There." Abella, breathless and cheeks flushed from his kisses, looked at him, "Don't forget what you promised me."
"I won't cross the line." Phillipe renewed his word. But a few kisses and embraces were inevitable…
Phillipe bent down to kiss her again, God knows how attractive she looked.
Pinned down by Phillipe, Abella protested, "Phillipe, if you keep this up, I won't come next time."
Phillipe reluctantly anchored his last shred of sanity, pausing to look at her with hazy eyes, his voice hoarse, "Okay."
He couldn't scare her, she was so petite after all.
Abella sat up, surveying the room, "When did you move in?" she asked.
Signs of his life were everywhere…
"The day you started school." Phillipe whispered seductively close to her ear, "I'm going to take a cold shower now."
Abella ...
As he opened the wardrobe, Abella noticed only a few sets of clothes hanging there, gifts she had given him before...
Was that all he brought? Enough to change into?
His secretary had told her that he never wore the same outfit twice, but now with just these few, wasn't it too little?
Thinking this, Abella felt the need to prepare a few more sets for him. Washing and drying the same ones too often would make them seem less new.
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