Chapter 85 The Only One Who Can Touch My Heart
"Abella, should we give this great employee a raise?" Philippe's voice came through the video call.
Upon hearing this, Joseph's heart filled with excitement as he eagerly looked at Abella.
"If you don't leave soon, I'll donate your bonus to a charity."
Upon hearing Abella's words, Joseph's heart nearly couldn't bear it, and he immediately stood up. "I'll leave right away!"
"Get you mouth shut. You got me?."
"Yes, Miss Medici. Don’t worry. I will never tell anyone about your relationship... " Joseph accidentally bumped into the office door, not caring about the pain, and covered his forehead as he left.
"Satisfied?" Abella looked at the man on her phone, her tone tinged with helplessness.
Philippe smiled mischievously. "Wouldn't it be great if everyone in the world knew?"
"..." Abella couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his handsome face. "I have to go."
"Wait."
"Is there something else?"
"I haven't seen enough of you." Philippe leaned closer to the screen, and his handsome face instantly became even more captivating, his ink-black pupils radiating endless tenderness.
This was unbearable!
"Don't you still have work to do?" Abella heard John's voice just now and knew that Philippe still had documents to sign.
"Do I?" Philippe's gaze fell upon John.
John mustered up the courage and said, "No..."
"If you don't have anything to do, why did you come in?" Abella didn't expect John to also learn how to lie. It was all because of Philippe's pressure.
"Miss Abella... I, I just came in to see if Mr. Bourbon needed anything. I didn't expect that he only needed you. I should not be here. I'll leave first..." With that, John placed some documents on the desk, concealed from Abella's view, and begged Philippe to handle them quickly. It was important to note that these projects were particularly urgent, and a group of people was waiting downstairs!
Philippe raised his chin slightly, agreeing, and with that, John let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly left.
After being hounded by Philippe all morning, Abella finally made it to lunchtime, only to find Philippe waiting for her downstairs.
As soon as Abella got into the car, he forcefully pulled her over and somehow she ended up sitting on his lap.
"Phillipe, you're getting more and more outrageous!"
Abella looked at his extremely handsome smiling face and wanted to get off, but...
Being forcefully embraced by him.
"Don't move, or I'll kiss you," he said.
"...," Abella looked at his face, "Can you be any more shameless?"
"I can," Phillipe kissed her lips unexpectedly.
Her lips were soft, like jelly. He had intended to tease her, but after tasting them, Phillipe wanted to savor more of her sweetness.
Her slender waist was within his grasp, and through her clothes, Phillipe could feel the delicate skin underneath.
"Phillipe!"
Abella tried to push him away, but Phillipe's other hand held the back of her head, greedily capturing her breath.
His kiss was like a raging storm, catching Abella off guard and leaving her defenseless. With her small hands pushing against him once again, she said, "Enough..."
Although it was meant as a warning, to Phillipe, it sounded like a whisper between lovers, carrying a hint of playful banter.
He, who was usually composed and restrained, was on the verge of losing control.
Abella could feel his relentless entanglement escalating, and she pushed him hard, saying, "Phillipe, if you continue, I'll get angry!"
Phillipe stopped and his eyes still carried a deep affection.
There was passion in her eyes that he had never seen before, rekindling the flames that Phillipe had struggled so hard to suppress.
"Abella..."
He had only tasted a bit of her, not enough. Without waiting for Abella to refuse, he kissed her again.
His warm and fervent lips entwined with hers, deepening the kiss.
Abella's body gradually softened, unable to resist.
John felt like he had been hit by ten thousand tons of distress...
Did no one care about the feelings of a single man?
Was single man not worthy of respect?
Only God knew what mood he was in while driving! It was pure torment!
He felt like the third wheel!
After an unknown period of time, the long kiss finally ended.
Phillipe's eyes still had a trace of fog as he said with a thick affection in his voice, "Abella, I like you."
Abella's shoulders slightly rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath.
Phillipe's eyes were filled with endless love as he said, "I really like you, I really do."
"...,"
"Do you need any more help?"
"Huh?" Abella didn't understand his meaning.
"I want to be your assistant."
"...,"
"Or your personal bodyguard."
"...,"
"Or clean your office, do whatever you need me to do."
"Can't you have some self-respect?"
"Is it lacking self-respect to do everything for the girl you like?" Phillipe lowered his eyes, speaking gently, "Then I'll be lacking self-respect for the rest of my life."
"...,"
Phillipe cupped her face and tenderly said, "I like you. I want to be with you in every season, have three meals a day with you, be with you at home and outside. Every moment of every day, I want you."
Abella's heart felt moved by his words. His eyes were full of sincerity and determination.
"I don't like Lola," Phillipe held her face, word by word, "The one who can steal my heart is only you. It was you before, it is you now, and it will be you in the future."
"I know," Abella didn't expect him to be so good with sweet words, she averted her gaze deliberately and looked outside the window.
Phillipe smiled mischievously, his lips curling up, "You're blushing."
"..."
"Abella, are you shy?" Phillipe lovingly rubbed her face, "You're so adorable."
"..."
Before meeting Phillipe, no one had ever called her adorable. The most they would say is that she is cold and distant.
Phillipe held her face and said, "Your shy look is beautiful, your angry expression is beautiful, and your jealous look...is even more beautiful."
"Who was jealous?"
"This morning," Phillipe held her face and said, "You were so distant, rejecting me from afar."
"..." Abella didn't feel jealous, even though she didn't like Lola's malicious behavior, she wasn't bothered to be jealous and angry.
"If you don't mind, next time when another woman approaches me..." Phillipe playfully teased, observing her reaction.
"There will be a next time?" Abella raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a warning.
Phillipe raised a mischievous smile, his gaze filled with indulgence and joy, "I promise, there will never be."
John, “...”
Please, let me get out of the car!!
Why don’t you consider other people's feelings, and find a better place to say sweet words?!
It's really hard to survive as a single man these days...
What did he do wrong to suffer this...
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