Chapter 89 Quite Restrained
Kissing a girl so passionately and intensely like today, it was the first time Phillipe had ever done so! After some time passed, Phillipe let go of her and said, "It was quite nice."
"...” Abella was getting a bit annoyed. If he wanted to know what the taste was, wasn't there another cup of floral tea over there? Could it be that this guy brought her here for the convenience of doing something bad?
"If you touch me again, I won't come next time," Abella warned.
"Hmm?"
"I won't have meals with you anymore either," Abella knew that it was impossible for this guy to change, so she had to eliminate it from the source. Reduce the number of meetings, lessen their alone time...
When Phillipe heard this, he examined her gaze and asked softly, "Are you angry?"
Seeing that Abella didn't respond, Phillipe asked again, "Am I right to assume that the kiss just now didn't turn out well and made you angry?"
"You...," Phillipe's lips pressed against hers again, savoring the sweet taste.
From the side, Wyatt truly had his eyes opened. It seemed that Master really liked this girl, liked her to the core...
To hear such sweet and natural words coming from Master's mouth...
And it didn't feel out of place at all!
After being kissed by him, Abella felt a bit embarrassed. "Phillipe!"
There was still a butler standing beside them, and moreover, this posture was inappropriate. She really wanted to come down!
"The kiss didn't turn out well?" Phillipe's nose touched her nose, his blurry gaze still filled with lingering affection.
Abella didn't want to answer that question.
Phillipe kissed her again, and after some time, he stopped and asked, "Will you come next time?"
"..."
"Hmm?" Phillipe started kissing her again. "Will you still accompany me for meals?"
"..." Abella was truly astonished. "Phillipe, you're becoming more shameless."
"Only shameless in front of you," Phillipe kissed her again and again. "And I even want to be more shameless..."
"..."
"Will you come or not? Hmm?" Phillipe persistently asked for the answer he liked.
Abella replied impatiently, "I'll see how I feel."
"So, how are you feeling?" Phillipe asked as he kissed her. "How can I make you feel better?"
"You should let me down first."
Phillipe seemed to understand and said, "Looks like you don't like it here."
"You finally realized!"
Phillipe carried her and walked upstairs, step by step. "Then let's go somewhere else."
"Where are you taking me?"
"To have a visit," Phillipe answered.
Abella was led to his room, which was clean, tidy, and magnificent. When the lights were off, outside the spacious glass wall was a crescent-shaped lake, as beautiful as a fairytale realm.
"Abella..." Phillipe's voice was particularly seductive. "I want you to get used to married life in advance."
"..." Abella pushed against his strong chest.
“You're being a rogue again, and I'm really angry.”
“Well, give me a little treat first?” Philippe kissed her softly, “The days have been long, and the wait has been hard.”
"...” Abella let him kiss her for a while before speaking, "Put me down."
Her feet hadn't touched the floor of his house today!
"You haven't answered my earlier question." Philippe held onto her and didn't let go, "Will you come again in the future?"
"...”
"Hmm? Will you come or not?"
Abella gritted her teeth, "I will come."
"And will you have dinner with me, or not?" Philippe insisted on getting an answer.
Abella could only endure, "I will have dinner with you."
Philippe smiled and finally let her go, "Look outside the window."
Abella had noticed the crescent moon lake before. Under the moonlight, she could also see the flowers and plants near the lake, as beautiful as a fairyland.
"What kind of flowers do you like?" Philippe held her from behind, appreciating her beautiful profile, "I want to transform every flower, every tree, and every plant here to your liking."
Maybe this way, she would like this home more, and like him more.
"John said that girls like roses." Philippe's gaze fell on the scenery outside, "I wanted to plant ninety-nine different varieties of roses before you came, but I was afraid you wouldn't like them."
Abella's heart seemed to be touched, like a budding flower, quietly blooming.
"Our home, you will have the final say. What flowers and plants to grow, it's all up to you." Philippe lowered his head to ask, "Tell me what you like."
Abella thought for a moment and said, "I don't particularly like any flower, but if I had to choose one, it would be the hydrangea."
Not the bright roses, not the proud plum blossoms, not the pink cherry blossoms, not even the blue lavender...
"Do you know the meaning of hydrangeas?" Philippe gently whispered in her ear.
"Hmm?"
"Sympathy for the person in front of you," Philippe murmured softly, "Hydrangeas represent happiness and beauty."
Living in a home surrounded by happiness and beauty, their relationship would surely be even better.
"Well, what about this house?" Philippe continued to ask, "Is there anything that needs to be changed?"
"You," Abella glanced at him, "Be more well-behaved in the future, okay?"
"I'm afraid I can't do that." Philippe wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her more eagerly. His voice fell softly in her ear, "I have already been restraining myself."
"...”
John finished his dinner outside and returned to the villa entrance, waiting for Mr. Bourbon and Miss Abella, but they didn't come out.
He checked the time on his watch. It was already nine o'clock at night!
Once Mr. Bourbon was with Miss Abella, he would forget about time. John couldn't rush them, so he had been waiting outside the whole time.
"Gabriel." Wyatt walked out of the gate kindly and respectfully, with a smile, "Come inside and have a cup of hot tea. I'm afraid they won't come out so soon... This time, I think the old gentleman's knot in his heart is going to be untied. There's hope for his marriage!"
In the past, no matter how the old gentleman tried to match Mr. Bourbon and Miss Lola, Mr. didn't care at all.
But now, he seems to really like his wife.
"Uncle Wyatt, you don't know, the old gentleman is very satisfied with Miss Abella. He even gave her the necklace."
"Are you talking about the crown necklace that was part of the dowry of the late Lady?" Wyatt was shocked. He didn't expect a young girl like her to gain recognition from the Bourbon family so quickly.
You should know that entering the Bourbon family is not that simple...
"Yes." John followed Wyatt into the room and smiled. "Mr. Bourbon said it himself, he will only marry Miss Abella."
Wyatt was even more shocked. "What about the Medici family..."
"Oh, you're talking about Miss Lola, right? Mr. Bourbon doesn't like her." John didn't expose her true identity as a fake wealthy girl. Instead, he said, "Miss Abella is also from the Medici family. Both families agree to this marriage."
"That's good..." Wyatt was worried that the two families would have a falling out because of this, so he felt relieved. "In the end, we are all one family. It's fate..."
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
