Chapter 70 The Password is Our Wedding Anniversary
"I might also be the last one. I guess no one dares to offend like me... Mmm... Sebastian! You... Mmm... you're doing it again... Mmm... Mmm... Stop using that move!"
His lips forcefully pressed down, tightly silencing her incessant chatter.
Every time Isabella wouldn't stop talking, he enjoyed using this method.
Only this way could he make her completely quiet.
"Mmm... Mmm... Let me... let me speak... Mmm..."
Isabella was frustrated and angry. Why was he always like this!
"Didn't you despise me for serving you... food... Mmm... why... Mmm... are you kissing me again..."
The more she talked, the more aggressively Sebastian kissed her, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Enough with the words, now Isabella found it difficult to even breathe. She was close to suffocating.
Finally, when Sebastian had finished kissing her, she could take a breath of fresh air.
"I dislike you!" Isabella said, but her tone was gentle, as if she was acting spoiled, "Sebastian, how can there be someone as annoying as you in the world?"
He asked in a low voice, “How come you can’t even afford a 700-dollar afternoon tea? Hm?”
She didn't expect him to bring up this matter, Isabella hesitated for a moment before answering, "...I don't have any money."
“I do,” he said, “Why didn’t you ask me for it?”
"...I thought I didn't need money for anything."
Sebastian looked at her, "Originally, the Wallace family's villa was going to be auctioned off to pay debts, but now it's not necessary anymore, and the debt crisis is almost resolved. They... haven't unfrozen your bank account?"
“I’m not sure,” Isabella answered gloomily, “Maybe they think I don’t need it.”
In reality... she was extremely poor.
She had just graduated not long ago, had no job, no savings, and her usual expenses were covered by the Wallace family. The old lady would also give her pocket money, but now... the Wallace family stopped providing, the old lady still needed a large amount of money, and Sebastian didn't give her any either.
Money doesn’t rain from the sky.
Isabella was originally thinking of discussing with Sebastian whether he could give her a salary or something... after all, she was officially employed at Lawrence Group.
It didn't matter how much, at least she could save a little every month, and maybe it would come in handy in the future.
“Now you know you need it,” Sebastian looked at her, “Why don’t you ask me for it?”
"Do you really want me to ask you?" Isabella asked.
"What I want even less is to see my wife put in an awkward position for a small amount of money," he replied.
Suddenly, Isabella laughed self-deprecatingly, "Actually, I can't measure up to you in any aspect, let alone deserve to sit in the position of Mrs. Lawrence."
Her words made him furrow his brows.
"Okay, forget what I just said," she suddenly perked up with a cheerful tone, "You move aside, I'll go and get the card for you..."
However, Sebastian easily pushed her back lightly, saying, “No need.”
"That card is yours."
"There isn't much money in it."
Thinking for a moment, Isabella asked, "When you say 'not much money,' how much is it exactly?"
"I don't really remember," Sebastian replied, seeing her curious eyes, he thought about it casually, "Probably a few hundred thousand."
“Is it a few hundred thousand or a few tens of thousands?”
"Why do you need to ask so specifically?"
Isabella pursed her lips, “If it’s that much, I shouldn’t have taken it.”
Sebastian's tone became firm, "Keep it."
“I won’t take it for nothing.”
"For Grandma," he suddenly found a very legitimate reason, "I didn't bring anything last time, so consider this card as a gift for her."
This made it hard for Isabella to refuse.
Ever since Grandma fell ill, she had been spending most of her savings, and now that she was getting older, Judy controlled the money tightly, so not much was left for Grandma.
But there should always be some pension for the old lady.
Isabella felt tempted.
Sebastian easily saw through her thoughts and said, "If you give it back to me, then I'll personally give it to Grandma someday."
He also referred to Grandma in the same way as she did, and to her ears, it felt like there was a deeper bond between them, like they were truly husband and wife, a family.
“Fine,” Isabella compromised, “I’ll thank you on behalf of Grandma.”
Sebastian immediately followed up with a question, "And what about you?"
“Me?”
"Are you planning to continue struggling like this forever?"
Isabella was about to respond, but Sebastian's hand suddenly became restless, sliding down from her ear to her side.
“What are you...?” She panicked, “What are you trying to do?”
He retorted, "What do you think?"
As he spoke, Sebastian pressed himself against her.
Oh no, at lunchtime we were at the office... How did he suddenly become interested again?
Isabella blinked dumbfoundedly, "You... haven't, I haven't recovered yet..."
His fingers were already skillfully unbuttoning her clothes, “I’ll be gentle.”
"But you just..." she started.
“Who said you can only do it once a day?”
"Hey... you... Sebastian... don't, don't, umm..."
He fiercely kissed her again, this time not settling for a taste, but with an intention of invasion and possession.
Isabella felt his body gradually heating up, just like it did at noon today.
Why is he so interested in me? He wants me so many times in one day.
Is it because... he wants to get me pregnant through this method?
This realization made Isabella's heart race...
In an instant, it turned cold, and her body became stiff in an instant.
Sebastian naturally felt her change but didn't delve into why she did it; he just exerted more strength in his actions.
While kissing her, he reached out and touched the discarded suit beside them, his fingers explored and found a card before retracting.
As his lips traveled down and landed on her clavicle, his slender fingers placed the card by her ear.
"Take it..." he muttered indistinctly, "the password is our wedding anniversary."
Isabella's heart suddenly trembled.
Their wedding anniversary... he actually used this date as the password. What was he trying to express?
Why does this man make her both love and hate him!
“No...” she still refused, “I don’t want to...”
"You have to, even if you don't want to!"
After saying these words, Isabella received a more rough and wild treatment from Sebastian.
She was too weak, only able to float along with his actions, feeling both pain and pleasure.
Two extreme sensations collided and erupted at this moment.
"Bella, Bella," in the height of passion, Sebastian started calling her like this again, "my Bella..."
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