Chapter 22 I Want to Kiss You!

Thinking of Macy's words, Queenie bit the bullet to take off Benoit's underwear.
She almost kept her eyes closed during the whole process, not daring to look at him.
After removing all his clothes, she helped Benoit into the bathing pool.
Benoit almost sank his whole body in the water, and the steam lingered around, blurring his sight.
He leaned against the pool wall, put one hand on the pool's edge, and clenched his fist tightly.
He tried his best to suppress the urge to hug Queenie when her tender hands touched him just now.
Taking a deep breath to calm down, Benoit said coldly, "And then?"
Queenie immediately understood, gently spread the body wash on his arms, shoulders, and back, and then carefully cleaned his body with a towel.
But the more hard-working she was, the more serious Benoit's face became.
After a while, Queenie slumped her shoulders and asked, "Are you angry with me?"
"Yes," Benoit admitted with a slightly indifferent face.
Queenie's eyes turned red instantly when she heard his words. She lowered her head and subconsciously apologized, "I'm sorry."
Seeing her moist eyes, Benoit couldn't pretend to be serious anymore.
The originally solemn face suddenly showed panic, and Benoit quickly pulled Queenie into the water, comforting her with his arms around her. "Why are you crying? I haven't blamed you yet!"
Queenie stubbornly argued with red eyes, "I'm not crying."
"Okay, you are not crying, but your eyes turn red." Benoit smiled resignedly. It seemed that he should be more gentle with her. "Then tell me, why are you so sad?"
Queenie felt wronged and raised her voice to say, "I coaxed you. I listened to my friend, wearing a sexy nightgown and helping your bath. I helped you undress and gave you a massage, which I have never done for others. But they were useless."
A sexy nightgown?
Benoit's eyes darkened a bit, but he held back his desire. "Well, why are you coaxing me?"
"Because you are angry." Queenie was a little confused.
"What do you think makes me angry?"
Queenie lowered her head and replied in a low voice like an errant child, "Because I was almost violated by Gerald, which made you ashamed. You are the famous bigshot in Coast City, and it is beneath your dignity if someone knows Gerald nearly spotted your wife."
"That's not the reason I got angry!" Benoit shook his head and said sternly, "Queenie, that matter is not your fault. Gerald and Jeremy are dirty bastards and should be in full charge. Don't blame yourself.
"On the contrary, you did well. It was brave of you to hit his head and run out in order to protect yourself.
"As for my dignity you mentioned, it's nothing. Those who respect me will not despise me because of these trivial things, and those who scorn me will keep laughing at me although nothing happened.
"Queenie, I never care about others' views. If any, I only care about your view."
Queenie raised her head in bewilderment. "So, are you angry that I severed ties with my brother and took revenge on him? Do you think I went too far?"
"No! I think the opposite. You did a good job. I told you before that kinship depended on the circumstances. Queenie, I never waste time on courtesy. What I told you and what I did outside to support you today were all sincere."
As Benoit said, he hugged Queenie tightly.
Sometimes he wondered why she was thinking so much all day long!
Queenie felt warm when hearing his words, but then something occurred to her mind making her panic again.
"Then are you angry because I didn't tell you about my jinx before we got married?"
This matter had always been Queenie's nightmare.
She didn't believe in the horoscope!
But since she was a child, her family kept brainwashing her that she had a jinx, which influenced everyone in her family.
And some matters had happened to meet their words!
Moreover, she had a colleague who concealed the jinx before the marriage and ended up badly after marriage. So Queenie was worried.
Benoit shook his head again. "I'm not superstitious. I don't believe in horoscope and only believe in myself."
Queenie was completely stunned. She asked, "Then why are you angry?"
"I'm angry with your attitude!"
"Attitude?" Queenie felt wronged again. "Was my attitude not good enough?"
"It couldn't be too good! Queenie, you encountered such terrible things but didn't treat me like a husband. You didn't ask for comfort, didn't tell me you were afraid, and you didn't let me secure the rights for you. Instead, you put yourself in an inferior position, thinking about how to serve and please me. That's why I got angry.
"Queenie, you are my wife, a soul mate who will accompany me forever, not a servant. Since you have longed to escape from your original family, why don't you start a new life from now on?"
Queenie was so moved by these words that she was taken aback. She repeated innocently, "A new life?"
"Yes, a new life! You are equal to me! I respect you while you respect me. You never have to sacrifice your feelings to please me. We can communicate about everything. You never have to try to figure out my thoughts because if you want to know, you can just ask me, and I will tell you."
Queenie didn't intend to cry, but when she heard these words, she couldn't help but burst into tears. Her heart was suddenly filled to the brim with happiness.
She didn't expect Benoit's real thoughts to be like this!
What he said was completely opposite to her original family!
He said he didn't care about the jinx and told her not to put herself in an inferior position.
He said they were equal and could communicate with each other. Was that real?
This was the life she had always dreamed of, escaping from her original family and being loved.
"Why are you crying again?" Benoit anxiously hugged her closer and gently wiped off her tears. "Did my words upset you? I said those for hoping you could be reborn from the past, from the unhappy Queenie."
Queenie sniffed and shook her head. "It's not because of you."
After a long time, Queenie finally calmed down. She took off her white bathrobe, regardless of her shyness, revealing her smooth shoulders and sexy suspender nightgown.
The nightgown was dampened with water, under which her skin was looming. Benoit swallowed his saliva.
After taking off her bathrobe, Queenie mustered up her courage to hold Benoit's face, saying, "Darling, you are so kind. I want to kiss you."
Then she took the initiative to kiss Benoit on the lips.
The soft lips lightly touched Benoit's thin lips and were about to separate.
Benoit fondled the back of her neck with a smile. "That's it?"
"Yeah." Queenie was stunned. "Didn't I just kiss you?"
"Silly girl, it was not a kiss. Let me tell you what a kiss is..."
After speaking, Benoit pressed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely.
He turned over to press Queenie against the wall of the bathing pool, her hands tightly gripping the pool's edge.
They rippled the water in the pool, flowing all over the ground of the bathroom.
...
Because there was no condom here, Benoit didn't dare to continue, so he could only hurry to take a shower and leave the bathroom.
As soon as he walked into the room, Queenie's phone rang.
It was a video call.
And it was Pollard.
Benoit's eyes darkened, and he answered the phone directly in his bathrobe.
Pollard was also taken aback when he saw Benoit answered the call.