Chapter 550 Ask for a Reward
Even with a mask on, Smith's charm was undeniable.
He strode over to Bianca with his long legs and wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a gentlemanly manner.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips.
"How do you know our married life is cold and distant? Why can't she have a beautiful love story with me? You're being quite presumptuous."
Kirk looked at Smith, a slight smirk on his lips. "Love requires mutual honesty and effort. You don't even dare to take off your mask. Do you think that's fair to Bianca? Or are you hiding some secret behind that face?"
Smith chuckled. "Even if there are secrets, they're between me and my wife. It's none of your business."
"I'm her best friend. If I find out you have any ill intentions towards her, I won't let you off."
"Don't worry about that. I married her to cherish her, not to hurt her. If you're hoping to play the hero, you'll never get the chance."
Smith's tone was gentle, but his words were sharp, leaving Kirk speechless.
To Bianca, Kirk was indeed just an outsider. Interfering too much would only lead to misunderstandings. Now that she was married and a highly regarded queen, any misstep could cause unnecessary trouble.
Kirk clenched his fist and said in a low voice, "I hope you keep your word."
Smith nodded politely. "Thank you for visiting my wife. I've arranged a dinner. Since you couldn't attend our wedding, consider this a make-up celebration. This way, please."
He made a courteous gesture, and even Kirk couldn't find fault with such a polite Smith.
Kirk gave a faint smile. "Thank you."
He followed the servant towards the dining room.
Smith held Bianca close, looking deeply into her eyes. "Bianca, how did I do just now?"
Bianca nodded slightly. "Not bad."
"Can I get a reward then?"
He leaned down, his eyes level with hers, filled with a longing that was hard to miss, like a child waiting for a reward after doing something right.
Bianca couldn't help but smile. "You're just like Paxon, always asking for rewards."
Smith gazed at her intently. "Honey, can I have a reward?"
His voice was soft and tender, and with his intense gaze, Bianca knew exactly what kind of reward he wanted.
She poked his chest playfully. "I can't spoil you too much. Too many rewards might make you lose yourself."
With that, she turned and walked towards the dining room.
Smith quickly caught up, wrapping an arm around her slender waist.
He whispered in her ear, "How about tonight then?"
"No, we already kissed today. You've reached your limit."
"Can I earn more by behaving well?"
"We'll see how you do."
They continued their playful banter as they walked.
Smith's eyes never left Bianca, and anyone could see his deep affection for her.
The servants whispered among themselves as they watched.
"Who would've thought the queen and the prince were so close? He really loves her."
"Well, the queen is so beautiful. What man wouldn't love her?"
The two walked into the dining room, still holding each other closely.
Kirk saw this and felt a mix of emotions, unsure whether to be happy or sad.
He glanced at Smith, a faint smile on his lips. "You're quite the actor. I almost think you used to be in showbiz."
Smith pulled out a chair for Bianca and helped her sit down, then poured her a cup of tea, his lips curving into a slight smile. "Mr. Gutierrez, you have a keen eye."
Everyone thought he was joking.
Bianca didn't suspect anything either.
As the dishes were served, a servant was about to serve Bianca when Smith stopped her.
"When I'm here, I'll take care of Her Majesty. You can all step back."
The servants obediently retreated, though one was worried. She had been with Bianca for a while and knew her preferences well. She feared Smith might serve her something she didn't like.
But to her surprise, Smith served Bianca all her favorite dishes, even peeling the shrimp for her.
This shocked not only the servant but also Kirk, who found it hard to believe. Bianca had very specific tastes. How did Smith, who had only been married to her for a day, know them so well?
Kirk eyed him suspiciously. "Did you two know each other before?"
Smith placed a peeled shrimp on Bianca's plate and looked up at Kirk. "Curious, are you?"
"Just asking."
"Then I'll answer casually. Yes."
Smith's ambiguous response only deepened Kirk's suspicion. He swirled his wine glass, scrutinizing Smith.
Feeling Kirk's gaze, Smith smiled faintly. "Are you interested in me? But I'm already married, and I don't like men."
Kirk scoffed. "I'm just worried you're deceiving Bianca."
Smith's eyes darkened as he looked at Bianca. "If I'm deceiving her, it's because I love her too much. Don't worry, I'll take care of my wife. No need for Mr. Gutierrez to remind me constantly. If you do, I might suspect you have ulterior motives towards my Bianca."
Kirk glared at him. "Remember what you said today, or I won't let you off."
The dinner ended on a tense note.
After seeing Kirk off, Smith hugged Bianca from behind as soon as they returned to their room. Resting his chin on her shoulder, his deep, magnetic voice resonated in her ear. "Bianca, did I do well tonight?"
Bianca chuckled. "What do you think? If you two had guns, there might've been a shootout."
Smith pouted. "He kept picking on me. If I didn't fight back, I'd lose face. Besides, you're my woman now. Only I can care for you. I get jealous of anyone else's concern."
As he spoke, his warm lips brushed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"Smith, stop it. I need to shower."
"Can I help?"
"No, we're not there yet."
"But you let that little maid serve you every day, even scrubbing your back. You're mine. Every inch of your skin should only be touched by me. I'm upset she gets to touch you daily while I haven't."
Smith's breath smelled faintly of alcohol, and his speech was slightly slurred. Bianca knew he had drunk a lot tonight. She decided to ignore his drunken ramblings.
She gently patted his head. "Alright, stop it. Go wash up and sleep."
Bianca slipped out of his embrace and went to the bathroom. When she came out after her shower and lay down, the room lights went out. Darkness enveloped her world.
Bianca instinctively called out, "Smith."
Hearing her call, Smith immediately climbed into bed and held her tightly. His voice was filled with joy. "I'm happy you called my name when you were scared. Bianca, do you like me a little now?"
Feeling his warmth and presence, Bianca's tension eased, but she wouldn't admit it. "The servants know I don't like the lights off. Only you would dare turn them off. Who else would I call?"
Smith had removed his mask by now. He gazed at Bianca's face, his voice husky. "Honey, call me whenever you need anything, okay?"
He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm on her face, making her tingle.
Bianca's heart raced, and her voice grew husky. "Smith, what are you doing?"
Smith's hot lips kissed her face repeatedly. His voice was rough. "I want a reward."
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