Chapter 561 With You, With Love, With Little Warmth
Brooklyn was wrapped tightly in Sebastian's embrace. Before she could react, his tall frame had already nestled her head against his chest, and he planted a tender, sweet kiss on her forehead.
The warmth and comfort from his kiss spread from her forehead straight to her heart, his actions filled with such gentle affection.
After enjoying Sebastian's affection, Brooklyn handed her laptop to him, her voice softening involuntarily. "My laptop won't turn on. Do you have an expert who could take a look at it?"
She teased him with a playful smile, and the man in front of her raised an eyebrow arrogantly, looking at his wife with a leisurely gaze. "The expert doesn't have time, but your dear husband does. How about that?"
Brooklyn pouted, a spoiled smile tugging at her lips. "Alright, I guess I can accept that."
Sebastian still didn't let go of her hand, holding her close. "The expert charges a fee for repairs, and so does your dear husband. But while the expert wants money, I want something else..."
His deep eyes looked at her with a teasing smile, exuding a natural charm that made it hard to resist.
"What do you want?" Brooklyn met his gaze stubbornly. After being married for so long, she knew exactly what he was thinking.
"A kiss," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist and cupping the back of her head, giving her another long, deep kiss.
After a while, when Brooklyn felt breathless, he finally let her go reluctantly and took the laptop from her hands.
Freed from his embrace, Brooklyn took a deep breath and rubbed her lips, feeling a bit indignant. "I think your tactics are getting a bit rogue."
Sebastian sat down and opened her laptop, pressing the power button. "Honey, haven't you heard? The first son of the Kingsley family used to be a playboy, surrounded by countless beauties. But now, there's only you by his side, and he's got a lot of excess energy. What do you think we should do about that?"
Brooklyn was momentarily speechless. Well, if he could use that as an excuse, there was really nothing more to say.
Sebastian had become quite the expert at taking advantage of his wife.
Sebastian fiddled with the laptop, and a few blue circles appeared on the screen. "Your laptop has a virus. Did you use a USB drive without scanning it?"
Brooklyn couldn't remember the last time she used a USB drive. "Maybe, I don't remember. Can it be fixed?"
Sebastian looked up at Brooklyn, who was waiting beside him. "Yes, but you won't be able to use it tonight. Come here."
He stood up and guided Brooklyn to sit in his chair. "Use my laptop. I'll clean the virus from yours."
Brooklyn blinked a few times, looking at Sebastian as if he were a marvel. "You can do that too?"
Sebastian took a USB device from the drawer and plugged it into the laptop. "I have many skills you don't know about. You'll discover them over time."
Brooklyn nodded. Well, it seemed his confidence was well-founded.
From managing a company to fixing a computer virus and even cooking simple meals, there didn't seem to be anything Sebastian couldn't do.
As she watched Sebastian work on the laptop, Brooklyn opened his laptop and logged into her email, quickly finding the paper attachment at the top.
Brooklyn skimmed through the paper's framework, getting a sense of the main points, and then began checking the details line by line.
Once she started working, Brooklyn became fully immersed, forgetting that Sebastian was even in the room.
Diligently working on the laptop, Sebastian encountered a series of garbled codes. Brooklyn's laptop had not only been infected by a virus but a sophisticated one designed to steal all the data. It wasn't from a USB drive or a typical download, but a rare Trojan virus.
Sebastian glanced at Brooklyn, who was focused on her paper, and clenched his fist against his chin. This virus had to have been deliberately planted to erase traces of stolen data.
"Brooklyn," Sebastian called out, but she didn't hear him.
Smiling, he shook his head and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders from behind.
Startled by the sudden embrace, Brooklyn laughed. "I'm busy. Don't try anything funny."
Resting his chin on her shoulder, he asked, "Is this the laptop you brought back from Averlake?"
Brooklyn nodded, still focused on her paper. "Yeah, I've had it for years. It's never had this problem before. Is it fixed?"
Sebastian's eyes narrowed. So, the virus had been there since Averlake.
"Does this laptop have any important files?" Sebastian asked.
Brooklyn shivered slightly from his breath on her neck. "Not really, just work files. If it can't be fixed, I'll just get a new one."
Brooklyn was pondering over some technical terms in the paper, not paying much attention to Sebastian's questions.
After all, a few-year-old laptop wasn't a big loss.
"I'll have Dario bring you a new one tomorrow. I'll recover the data and transfer it to the new laptop. Don't use this one anymore."
"Okay."
Another simple response, and Sebastian felt a bit neglected.
Sebastian recovered the data from the laptop's disk and saved it to an external hard drive. By the time he finished, it was past eleven at night.
Looking up, he saw Brooklyn still engrossed in her work.
Brooklyn looked up at the same time and saw that Sebastian was done. "Finished?"
Sebastian stretched his arms. "All done."
Brooklyn raised her cup, her eyes curving with a pleased smile. "Since you're done, could you get me some water, honey?"
Sebastian couldn't help but laugh. "Sure."
"Thank you."
Handing him the cup, Brooklyn continued working. Her shoulders ached from the intense work, and she rubbed her neck.
Sebastian went downstairs with the cup. The villa was quiet, the servants already asleep. The crystal chandelier cast a soft glow, and the grandfather clock ticked steadily.
Sebastian looked at the cup and thought of Brooklyn's playful demeanor, smiling even more.
He had never imagined that one day she would boss him around so naturally.
In front of her, he lost his wealthy aura and CEO status, becoming just her husband.
It was a fresh and comfortable feeling, one that Sebastian enjoyed.
Returning upstairs with the water, he found Brooklyn asleep at the desk, her long hair cascading down her back.
Sebastian set the cup down, saved her document, and gently carried her to the bedroom.
The next morning, the sky was overcast, and the air felt heavy with the promise of a storm.
Brooklyn woke up groggily, realizing she was in bed but couldn't remember how she got there.
Sebastian was already gone, and Brooklyn panicked, throwing off the covers. "My paper!"
She ran to the study, finding Sebastian calmly reading a file.
Seeing her in a disheveled nightgown, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Brooklyn rushed to the computer, her face pained. "I think I forgot to save my paper last night."
"Is that all?"
Seeing her so distressed over something so small, Sebastian couldn't help but laugh.
"Hours of work, if it's not saved, I'll have to start over. Of course, I'm worried."
"I saved it for you. It's fine."
"Really? Thank goodness. So, I need to keep using your laptop. Can you move over?"
Sebastian, who had been comfortably reading, had to give up his spot. "Brooklyn, you're the first and only person to make such demands of me."
He loved her, so he spoiled her, giving her rights he had never granted anyone else, and he enjoyed it.
Brooklyn sat down and resumed her work. "Because I'm your wife."
Look at that, such a confident answer.
After finishing the paper, Brooklyn changed clothes and had breakfast, ready to go to work. Outside, the wind howled fiercely.
"There's going to be a big storm today. Don't drive. I'll take you to work."
Sebastian, dressed in his suit, picked up the Rolls-Royce keys, then put them back, choosing the Bentley instead.
Brooklyn glanced outside, feeling a chill and a sense of unease. "Won't you be late if you take me? I can drive myself. Don't forget, I used to race cars."
Sebastian didn't give her a chance to argue, holding her close. "You're only half a race car driver, but I'm your full-time husband. Who do you think should drive?"
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