Chapter 66 Date with Me
Winnie opened the curtains to take a look. The interior was luxurious, with a tranquil garden and pavilion. He had even booked the entire place. He was truly wealthy.
The man glanced at her face and several times tried to hold her hand, but she pulled away, feeling embarrassed, and walked ahead.
L raised an eyebrow, and the tall and mature man approached her in a seductive manner, asking softly, "What do you think about what I said in the room? Have you considered it?"
Try it? Winnie bit her lip. "I didn't understand what you meant."
He turned around and held her shoulder, assertively and seriously saying, "I said let's really date and see if our one-year fake marriage can turn into a real one and continue on."
Winnie's heart skipped a beat, as if something had exploded.
She was stunned, her silly look somewhat cute. L knew she had been in a previous relationship, but when it came to romance, she was still as pure as a blank piece of paper and couldn't resist a man's teasing. She often blushed and looked watery-eyed, which was ticklish.
He lightly scratched her delicate neck and his throat dried up as he urged, "Hmm? Will you agree or not?"
However, the woman panicked and pushed his hand away. After he broke through the window paper in the suite earlier, her heart was already in chaos.
Now he was actually suggesting that they date? Good heavens.
Winnie hurriedly walked to the edge of the pool, her heart beating irregularly. On the stone platform, she saw a beautifully set table with a variety of dishes and pastries arranged in an artistic manner. Did he reserve and decorate this place for a romantic dinner? Could it be a date?
Seeing her staring intently at the cake, the man thought she was being greedy. With a helpless sigh, he picked up a piece of cake and put it into her delicate mouth.
"Eat! Give me an answer when you're done."
"...", she thought. Is eating the only thing he sees me doing?
Winnie glared at him wordlessly.
With a red face, she angrily retorted, "Who forces someone into a relationship like this?"
After all, it was her idea to have a "trial marriage." L remained patient and suggested, "How about we soak in the hot spring first?"
He pointed and asked, "Where is your swimsuit?"
Winnie lowered her head and saw a set of bathing suits for both men and women on the ground.
She turned her head to find the changing room.
But suddenly, the man was already in front of her, taking off his shirt and revealing his well-defined and muscular chest.
"Ah! What are you doing, L?"
"To change into swimwear and soak, right? Are you planning to do so naked?"
"...I mean, where is your bathing suit? Go to your own pool."
"Mrs. L, do you have to keep such a distance from me? I am your husband."
"It's a fake marriage!"
The man raised his deep, sword-like eyebrows and walked over with his long legs.
"I have mentioned entering into a relationship, and you keep calling it 'fake'?"
Winnie pouted, "I haven't agreed yet."
The man stopped, hiding his emotions. "Then I'll wait for your answer. One second, hurry up and make up your mind, or else…"
He elegantly loosened his belt, and his perfectly tailored pants fell gracefully on the ground.
"Ah—" Winnie screamed once again, "Hurry up and put on swimming trunks! Why are you so shameless?"
"Ha!" He chuckled softly.
The woman blushed and embarrassedly covered her eyes. With just a glimpse, she saw his well-toned legs and narrow waist, incredibly appealing.
"Are you done?" she asked in frustration.
"Open your eyes!" L mischievously moved her small hand away and walked into the hot spring pool.
Winnie slowly sat down. As long as he was there, she refused to change her clothes.
The man walked back to the shore, holding a cigarette between his thin lips but not lighting it. With a hint of sophistication and a touch of rogue, he reached out to hold her fair ankle.
Taking off her thin socks, the woman's cute, pink toes were exposed. He looked at her with deep eyes, his breath heavy.
He then immersed her feet in the warm water and said in a deep voice, "Pregnant women can soak their feet."
Winnie looked at her ankle held by his large hand. His palm was so hot, and he acted so calmly and confidently, exuding a strong masculine scent. Her face turned red, almost as if she was on fire. They had never been this intimate before.
"You, you let go…" she stuttered.
"Why? Is it uncomfortable?"
That statement had a lot of ambiguity.
Winnie glanced at him and her mind went blank. She didn't dare to look up at his handsome face. "I will answer your question. Stop tormenting me like this."
The man curled his lips, took a puff of smoke, and was especially wicked. "You should have surrendered earlier."
He let go, feeling a bit reluctant, and pinched her toes. His throat rolled.
Winnie curled up her legs and pursed her lips, asking, "So, are you serious about trying with me?"
Someone leaned over with bulging muscles, and got close to her, breathing in her face, "Mrs. L, do you know how much money I can make in a second?"
"I used to make tens of thousands of dollars in a second." Winnie displayed her debutante pride.
He sneered, turned her face towards him, his gaze becoming deep and dark, and said in a low voice.
"I don't have time to play with little girls. I need a real wife, not a roommate who won't even let me through the door. You are my child's birth mother, and you are the most suitable to be its mother. I don't want to find a stepmother for it. If possible, we can have a pleasant relationship, develop some feelings, and create a complete family. I don't want to waste my energy finding another woman."
Winnie looked at him with a serious and lazy expression, and burst out laughing.
Was she his first woman?
The man seemed to read her mind, and his ink-black eyes saw through everything.
He whispered near her earlobe, "You are indeed my first. I said it in the hotel that day. Currently, I am only interested in you. Remember my words, don't doubt them so easily, hmm, my little kitten?"
At some point, his large hand rested on her belly.
Winnie felt the warmth through her sweater, and the temperature became ambiguous.
He lowered his head, his eyes narrowing, wanting to kiss her, but Winnie leaned back.
Seeing her snow-white neck, his breathing grew heavier, his heart stirred in the simmering pool.
Winnie raised her eyebrows and said, "What little kitten? You don't respect me at all. If I agree to date you, you can't just casually touch and kiss me. You need to respect me. In a marriage, husband and wife are equal."
"Okay." He frowned and reluctantly loosened his grip, dark and dim.
Winnie felt like she was being swallowed by his gaze, blushing, and held a grudge, "You ate Miss Ordelia's grapes today, and now you're dirty."
A wave of joy passed through the man's chest, and he captured her, "Still jealous? I already told you about Darcy's identity. Besides, I didn't even touch that grape. Are you satisfied now?"
Winnie puffed her cheeks, "But she said you bit her finger?"
L rubbed his sword-like eyebrows, "You believed that too? Do you know how many women want to feed me? If I took them one by one, I would have burst ages ago."
Winnie stifled a laugh from his slick talk, "Silver-tongued."
The man caught her soft jaw, looking deep and filled with desire, "I don't like other women getting close to me! You are an exception. As for why, I'm not clear either."
"..." Winnie's face turned red under the moonlight. Did it sound quite real?
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