Chapter 88 Our Home
Not long after, the car stopped in front of a luxurious villa.
This is the most famous private mansion in New York, bought last year by a prominent figure for 1.8 billion.
It's different from the Long Island Mansion where Abella lives, which is the most expensive wealthy residential area in New York, with a total of thirty-three households.
Looking at Moon Bay, it's all exclusive to the owners.
Endless flowers and trees surround the villa, and the exterior is beautifully designed and atmospheric. When the lights are on at night, it becomes even more dazzling, captivating anyone who sees it.
There's a crescent-shaped lake nearby, and when the moonlight shines down at night, it looks like a moon from heaven, so it was named Moon Bay.
Abella looked puzzled, weren't they going to a restaurant for dinner?
Why did they come here?
John got out of the car, respectfully opened the door, "Miss Abella, this is Mr. Bourbon's home. It's Mr. Bourbon's first time bringing a girl here..."
Yet another first time, it seems like Abella has occupied many firsts in Phillipe's life.
"John is wrong." Phillipe carried Abella out of the car, his handsome eyebrows filled with doting, and his voice gentle and affectionate, "This is our shared home.”
"......" Abella was being carried by him towards the villa, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Put me down. I can walk on my own."
"A wife is meant to be spoiled." Phillipe lowered his head to gaze at her beautiful face, expressing his overflowing love. "Let me hold you a bit more. Otherwise, I'll struggle with missing you every day."
"......"
Phillipe carried her to the entrance gate and pressed her fingers onto the fingerprint recognition.
"Welcome home."
"......" The word 'home' warmed Abella's heart, causing her cheeks to unknowingly turn warm.
In the vast villa, only one multi-tasking butler came to greet them in the garden.
Although he knew that a girl was coming today, seeing the master dote on her was extremely shocking to Wyatt.
His professionalism prevented him from showing any surprised expression, but he knew in his own heart that at this moment, he was truly stunned.
"Mr. Bourbon, you're back?" Wyatt respectfully bowed and then looked at Abella with kind eyes.
"My wife - Abella."
Upon hearing Phillipe's introduction, Wyatt hurriedly bowed and spoke, "Good evening, Mrs. I am the butler of this household, Wyatt."
Although the master was not married yet, this girl was the first one he acknowledged.
"Good evening, Uncle Wyatt." Abella politely greeted.
Seeing the girl's delicate appearance and her well-behaved and sensible demeanor, Wyatt had a good impression on her. "The dinner is ready. Please follow me."
Abella was carried in Phillipe's arms and whispered softly, "Let me down."
"I just want to hold you."
Their interaction fell into Wyatt's ears, causing another wave of shock.
It was rumored that the Bourbon family and the Medici family had an engagement. The Medici family's young lady had come to the master's door several times but was turned away.
To be able to have her fingerprint recorded by the master himself and to hear him speak such affectionate words, it must be that this girl held a much higher position in the master's heart compared to the Medici family's young lady.
Phillipe preferred solitude and disliked being disturbed. Apart from Wyatt, there was only one male chef, Harrison, in the house.
At this moment, Harrison had created a mystical atmosphere with a foggy scene on the dining table.
Rose petals, dripping with beauty, fell into the foie gras caviar, creating a misty and hazy aesthetic as if one was seeing flowers in the fog.
Shrimp balls, resembling lychees, were placed on lifelike tree branches, giving the appearance of abundant harvest.
Cucumber was carved into jade green bamboo, broccoli turned into a Christmas tree... Every dish presented an extremely beautiful visual effect.
Although Harrison knew that a very important girl was coming to the house today and couldn't afford to be negligent, he, like Wyatt, was greatly shocked when he saw the master carrying a girl in.
"This is the wife." Wyatt introduced first.
"Good evening, Mrs! Good evening, sir!" Harrison hurriedly greeted, finally serving the last dish.
After arranging the dishes, he left with a bow.
Only two people sit at the dining table.
This was a romantic and beautiful dinner, not deliberately created by clumsy tricks, but a grand ceremony created by Harrison as soon as they entered.
The leaves outside the window swayed slightly, stunningly beautiful, and the air was filled with romance.
"We will have dinner at home from now on." Philippe sat down with the girl in his arms, not letting her sit alone on a chair. He held her with one hand and picked up the chopsticks with the other, feeding her dish by dish.
"Phillipe... I can do it myself."
Abella sat on his lap, unable to find a place for her legs, feeling inexplicably restless.
She was not a three-year-old child, let alone three-year-olds nowadays who don't need to be fed!
"If you don't let me hold you, or feed you, is it because you don't consider me your fiancé, or because you don't want to be my fiancée?"
Abella felt a bit frustrated. "What does it matter?"
"Of course it does." Philippe explained, "Your resistance to my proximity, keeping your distance from me, means that I haven't done well enough, haven't done enough to impress you. I need to accompany you more in the future."
"..." There's really no need for that!
"It's fine if you don't let me feed you." Philippe smiled, "You can feed me instead."
"You're just wishful thinking!"
"Take your pick."
"Why do I have to make this choice?"
Philippe's smile became even more doting. "Then let me feed you well."
Abella ate with a sulky mood, and this scene was pleasing to the eye and unexpectedly adorable.
"Try this." Philippe picked up another dish, "It tastes good."
As Abella ate, she could feel his other hand gently caressing her back. "Can't we eat in peace anymore?"
"You are so beautiful, causing chaos within me."
"..."
"Who made you so attractive?"
"..."
Finally finished eating, Philippe carried her to the sofa, still in the affectionate posture from before. "I'll take you upstairs for a tour later."
"I want to go back."
"You have to at least know what your parents look like, and where our room is..."
"You've had enough..."
Seeing her slightly annoyed expression, Philippe's smile became even more wicked.
Wyatt brought over two cups of flower tea and politely invited them to taste it.
"Put me down."
He felt his mouth getting dry from talking.
Philippe brought the flower tea to her and let her drink it. "How does it taste?"
She looked beautiful while drinking, her clear and bright eyes lowered, exuding a beauty that seemed otherworldly.
"It's alright." Abella drank about half a cup, her lips still slightly moist. The flower tea had a refreshing and elegant fragrance, leaving a lingering scent on her lips and teeth. It was a top-quality tea.
Philippe cupped her face, and unexpectedly planted a kiss on her lips.
Abella: ??
Her lips still carried the fragrance of the flower tea, and after Philippe lightly tasted it, the kiss deepened.
Wyatt, who was watching from the side, had never seen his boss like this before. The previous boss had always been aloof, showing no emotions, and always maintained a serious and taciturn demeanor.
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