Chapter 60 Hard floor, cannot sleep
The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom, and a tall figure was reflected on the glass door.
Abella did not notice this scene, opening her phone to deal with personal matters, after a while, she heard the bathroom door open, then looked up absently.
Phillipe's hair was damp, and he was wearing white pajamas, and his body reeked of testosterone.
Just then, Abella's cell phone rang, a long string of numbers, not like normal cell phone numbers.
Her eyes withdrew and she calmly answered, "Go ahead."
The person on the phone said something unknown to her and Abella came out onto the balcony, "So?"
It wasn't long before a hand wrapped around her from behind, Phillipe's nostrils landing softly on her ear, making her inexplicably tingle a little.
He rubbed the scent around her ear insatiably, like a clingy cat.
Abella could feel his rolling warmth, especially somewhere, and she told the caller, "I got it, um, hang up."
"It's a man?" Phillipe vaguely heard the voice on the other end of the phone, a male voice, and immediately a little jaded.
Just now the girl saw him come out of the shower, and her eyes lingered for a second or two, but as a result, once the phone rang, she didn't even look at him, and went straight to the balcony to talk on the phone.
"Friend." Abella also did not know why she needed explain to him, the tone of voice with a hint of helplessness, "Let’s go."
"What friend?" Phillipe looked down again to breathe in the scent of her neck, a scent that held a great attraction for him.
Being hotly wrapped around her, feeling his burning scent, Abella's body surged with a hint of something strange.
"Is it a normal friend, or an important one? Hmm?" His movements continued, his voice teasing and lustful.
"Not quite ordinary."
After all, he had been born and died with her for some years, and it was considered a life-long friendship.
"So it's important?" Phillipe lifted his eyes to survey her side, "More important than me?"
"Phillipe," Abella tried to break free from his arms, but his hold was tight and Abella's tone was tinged with helplessness, "How many days have we known each other?"
"For me, as if it were years."
The masculinity of his body, and the unique tenderness, blended just right, the charm that was both rigid and soft emanated from within, so loud that it almost drowned her.
"I'm thirsty." Abella pushed him away and went inside to pour a drink of water, her face inexplicably blushing a little.
"Where am I going to sleep tonight?" Phillipe followed her, the heat not yet dissipated, but burning even more.
"The bed or the floor, your choice."
"The bed." Phillipe looked to her and extended an invitation, "Together."
"You wish!" Abella put down her glass of water and saw that there was only a pillow and a small quilt on the bed, plus there wasn't even a sofa in the spacious bedroom, and suddenly she understood what was going on.
"Then I'll sleep on the floor." Phillipe sat down on the floor and gave her the only quilt and pillow, "I'm not sleepy, you sleep first."
At this moment, the Zen-emitting, antique portable lamp ran out of power and the whole bedroom was plunged into darkness.
Abella lay down under the covers, and his soft breathing could still be heard in her ears.
Phillipe sat on the edge of the bed, his big hand gently rubbed her hair, "Good night."
Abella's hand was held by him and she went to sleep without realizing it.
Early the next morning, the sound of washing came from the bathroom, and Abella gradually opened her eyes.
It was already dawn and the light was coming in through the curtains, which was vaguely dreamy.
Not long after, the sound of washing in the bathroom stopped and a figure came out, "Awake?"
She sat on the bed, her long soft hair falling on her shoulders, that sleepy and cute look, so that he couldn't help but smile, his gaze soft.
"Why don't you get more sleep?" He was still wearing last night's white pajamas, but the androgynous aura emanating from his body blended with his usual reserved and high-minded aura, indescribably charming.
Seeing him step by step, Abella got out of bed, her tone casual, "I have to go to work later."
She had just taken a step when her foot suddenly kicked something.
It was the unused pajamas from last night, which was casually rolled into a pillow by Phillipe and placed on the floor, did he really lie on the cold floor last night?
Abella's heart couldn't tell whether it was guilt or uneasiness.
At the dining table.
Mr. Bourbon looks at the two early risers with a smile on his face, how well they look together!
He smiled happily, "Why don't you get more sleep?"
"The floor is hard, I can't sleep."
Phillipe's words made Mr. Bourbon and the housekeeper look at each other, last night's timing, location and people, so good opportunity, this wooden head how so gentleman, sleep on the floor?
"Well, isn't there a bed there?" Mr. Bourbon in his heart, you cannot lie on it? Do you want my old man to teach you?
"The bed is for me." Abella raised her eyes, "The door was repaired this morning?"
"Huh? Yes ......" Mr. Bourbon was a bit vain, in fact, he had someone open it with a key at dawn, and he doesn't know if his granddaughter-in-law found out.
"Oh, I didn't hear a sound." Abella sat down and ate her breakfast hastily, and didn't seem to pursue the matter any further.
"Abella, the power outage didn't scare you last night, did it? Grandpa doesn't know how the power supply suddenly failed! Grandpa can assure you that next time you come here, it will never happen like that."
"Oh, it's okay." Abella already knew his plot and didn't say anything about it.
Mr. Bourbon looked at the well-behaved girl in front of him, and then looked at this foolish head, and suddenly became angry.
Such a good opportunity, but did not know how to seize it!
After breakfast, Phillipe sent Abella off to work.
The butler looked at the back of their departure and silently took out a girl's bag, "Master, young miss's bag was forgotten."
He could have reminded them in time, but in order to have an excuse for the young master to find the young miss to return the bag later, he pretended not to see it.
Waiting for people to leave before saying.
"Very well!" Mr. Bourbon did not expect Scott to have such a resourceful side, satisfied, "Turn around and ask Phillipe to send it to her, another chance to meet ......"
"Master, you are really worried about the young master's marriage."
"Aren't you too ......" Mr. Bourbon looked in the direction they were leaving, "After last night, I don't know if Abella will still want to come to my place... ...will she see through my plot?"
"What happened last night is at best a coincidence, young miss is so innocent, she should not think in other ways ......"
"I hope so!" Mr. Bourbon thought to himself, if the girl stopped coming, he could only pretend to be sick at the back ...... hey, it's too hard for the sake of his indisputable grandchildren!
In the car.
Phillipe looked at the girl beside him, his mind recalled her last night in the shirt.
That white face, attractive collarbone, and those long and thin legs ......
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