The Love Book

Phoebe Barnes remained standing motionless, both hands squeezing her robe, seemingly at a loss for words.

Until Chen’s mother came out of the kitchen with a cup of sober tea.

Phoebe Barnes reached out and took it, “Mama Chen, I’ll just serve here, you go rest.”

“Yes ma’am, just give a shout if you need anything.”

“Hmm.”

Carrying the cup to him, she shrank in her heart and reached out to touch him gently, “Kemp, Kemp …”

The man’s eyes were downcast and unmoving.

Phoebe Barnes had no choice but to sit next to him, put the cup slowly to his mouth and softly coaxed, “This is sobriety tea, open your mouth and drink some.”

Perhaps her voice is more than a hint of soothing tenderness, the man really opened his mouth and slowly drank most of the cup.

She put the cup down and looked back at the man’s eyes that had opened at some point, dark and deep, like he was drunk and sober.

Her heart fluttered for a moment, “Si, Kemp?”

The man looked at her for a second, his tall body suddenly overlapped towards her, and spoke in a low, mute voice, “No hiding away.”

Phoebe Barnes was just about to move her body because of these four words, stiffened, and was firmly embraced by him.

The strong smell of alcohol laced with the hormonal scent of men enveloped her completely, and the force placed on her shoulders seemed to be several times more than usual, with a claustrophobic feeling of suffocation.

The man’s eyes were closed as he buried his head in her neck, his hot breath burning her skin and making her heart speed up for a moment.

She bit her lip and asked softly, “Kemp, why are you drinking so much?”

“Happy.” The man really answered, and in a clear, strong tone.

Phoebe Barnes tightened her brow and couldn’t think of anything to be happy about today. She had been upset all day after the previous disagreement, and he was drunk because he was happy.

“Are you … happy about anything?”

The man seemed to be silent for two seconds before answering faintly, “Just an ordinary party.”

Gathering?

Phoebe Barnes thought of King Pei, his real iron friends are only a few, in addition to King Pei, and Wind Rong, three big men drinking together, she really can not think of anything to be happy.

Knowing that he wouldn’t explain, she didn’t ask too many questions. Stroking his short, fine hair with her small hand, she said softly, “So, are you going to sleep in the bedroom or have a snack before you go to bed?”

“Phoebe Barnes,” the man suddenly spat out her name with unmistakable clarity, lifting his handsome face, his slightly misty eyes thick and deep, his voice low and mute, “Do you want a divorce from me?”

“…”

Phoebe Barnes was stunned and stared at him somewhat dumbfounded.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Could it be that his excitement tonight meant divorcing her?

She trembled her lips and tried her best to say in a calm tone, “Let’s wait for you to sober up on this matter.”

“I’m not drunk!” Kemp Ross suddenly cupped her small chin, groping the ambient soft face, eyes looking into her eyes, voice low, “Answer me, want to divorce me?”

Phoebe Barnes pursed her lips, “Don’t want to.”

“Why?” The man asked quickly, as if he was eager to know the reason for whatever she answered.

Why?

Phoebe Barnes looked up at his handsome face. He said he wasn’t drunk, but it was still more or less the same as before, and she wondered how much he would remember in the morning if she told the truth tonight.

After a long time of hesitation, she suddenly gritted her teeth and blushed, “Will you believe me when I say I like you?”

His pupils sobered up for a few moments, and it seems to have remained unchanged, pitch black with some confusion, low dumb snicker, “There are many women who like me, those women out there say they like me, nothing unusual.”

Phoebe Barnes blushed slightly and got a little anxious, “I’m not like them.”

The man looked straight at her, his smile full of mockery, “What’s different? The people who like me either like my face or the money and power in my hands, the only difference between you and them is that you have been fucked by me, are you trying to say that you like my body?”

Phoebe Barnes did not answer him, but raised her eyes to stare at his face and asked carefully, “Kemp, have you been hurt by … women before?”

Why are you always so suspicious of women?

The man’s eyes opened slightly, lowering his head to smell her scent, his mind a bit dizzy, no her question, just a hoarse rhetorical question, “You were snowed in by John Lu, why don’t you want to beg me?”

Phoebe Barnes was slightly stunned, her eyes averted from him, and replied faintly, “You’re so busy, my business is unimportant.”

It’s not that important to him.

Kemp Ross’s dark eyes were motionless as he looked at her, his gaze seemingly awake and chaotic, and then, after a long time, he snorted lowly, “You look like this, really annoying.”

“Hmm?”

Phoebe Barnes was confused, a little confused about what he meant.

She was tempted to ask if he was really drunk.

This is the living room, the maid’s room is not far from here, she will be ashamed of herself tomorrow.

Kemp Ross looked at her with two dark eyes, hidden some scarlet, but completely without the taste of just now, some dark hostility.

Phoebe Barnes shuddered slightly in her heart and gasped, “Kemp …”

He’s not angry because of her rejection, is he?

Kemp Ross’ throat rolled and his raspy voice was extremely low, “Do you remember what I said at the hospital this morning?”

Phoebe Barnes’ eyes darkened for a moment, pursed her lips, and said, “Remember.”

“With the baby, I’m not following your consent, but I must.” The man was above her, looking at her from above, his tone cold and thick.

“…”

Phoebe Barnes’s tense mood was heavy for a moment, and after a long silent silence, she bit her lip and whispered, “I know.”

The man, looking down at her, his tone cool, “That’s just grandpa’s wish, but I won’t treat you badly, and what you want will come true.”