Thinking that the call was from her father, Belle answered the phone without looking at it and said coldly, “Don’t call me! don’t you understand?”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then came a low magnetic voice.
His voice was as charming as a cello, but revealed irresistible majesty and coldness, “Who were you calling with just now?”
“It’s you?” Belle blinked. She didn’t expect the call was made by Allen.
“Otherwise, who do you think I am? Where are you now?” he asked with some inexplicable anger and oppression.
Belle frowned, but spat out two words coldly, “New York!”
“The specific location.”
His voice of dissatisfaction came again, and his vicious anger could be felt. The low, dull voice was as cold as metal.
“Victoria Hotel!”
As soon as Belle finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
This was the first time Belle had been hung up by the man, staring at the mobile phone in her hand for a while. She was a little puzzled.
On the other side, Allen hung up the phone. His face was gloomy.
His deep and dark eyes were full of fierce light, revealing terrifying anger, even assistant, Bob behind him was a little horrified by the anger of the boss.
He followed the boss at a very young age and knew the boss’s temperament best.
Since that incident, the boss had never laughed again. He had always been cold-hearted and unsmiling as if he was born indifferent and cold.
He didn’t know why he was so angry today. Bob was curious.
What kind of woman could make a man like him so angry?
Could it be the woman he investigated last time? Although there were only three years of information, he didn’t think how different Belle was.
The car quickly reached the Victoria Hotel and Allen walked straight into the hotel.
He was still with his anger. The woman had left City B quietly, and he almost thought he would lose her.
Until now he clearly felt the panic that burst out of his heart when he couldn’t find her.
After almost traversing the entire city B, he finally found her flight information in the airline. The more he thought, the angrier Allen was. His face became darker with rage.
Was he so terrible? Did she really hate him so much that she must escape from him?
Allen asked for the room number where Belle was staying at the front desk. He even got the room card.
The Victoria Hotel was originally his property, and no one dared to stop him.
Allen walked all the way up fiercely, with a somber face, thinking again and again in his mind how to punish the disobedient woman.
She must learn the lesson this time, or she would escape again.
The door of Belle’s room was opened, and Allen pushed the door softly.
The whole room was dark and silent, except for the gorgeous lights coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Allen frowned and walked softly towards the room. Through the cold moonlight, he could see the figure sleeping peacefully on the bed.
Looking at Belle he missed day and night, his anger dissipated in an instant for no reason.
His eyes stared closely at the woman on the bed. Without blinking, there was love in his eyes.
He was silent at the door of the room.
Listening to the low, even breathing in the silence, he felt that his originally irritable heart was suddenly filled. He tiptoed to the bed, fearing to wake up the sleepy Belle.
A dark shadow loomed down, and in a daze, the sleeping Belle felt a familiar but strange air floating, as if feeling the danger.
She suddenly woke up from a daze. Her eyes opened and saw the tall figure standing by the bed at first sight.
“Who are you?” Her icy voice shone through the chill, and suddenly Belle quickly reached out to attack Allen like a cheetah.
Allen was startled. He was amazing about her actions and suddenly reached out his hands. He pulled Belle into his arms.
Tightly controlling her in his arms, his voice sounded faintly in the darkness, with some displeasure and coldness.
“It’s me!”
Hearing a familiar voice, Belle shuddered. She felt the familiar tobacco breath and frowned.
“Why are you here?”
Upon hearing Belle’s icy tone, Allen was choked with a sigh of relief.
His anger suddenly rubbed up.
He narrowed his eyes. He was staring at the woman in his arms.
Suddenly, he threw her on his strong shoulders and stretched out his slender palms to beat Belle’s butt.
He spanked her butt, again and again, he didn’t hit her heavily but the sound was very crisp in the quiet room.
Belle was stunned, unable to speak while Allen put her on the shoulder and spanked her, there was a moment of dullness.
Afterward, she realized from the shock that he was doing with his arms around her tightly, a blush appeared on her small face in shame. Allen spanked her butt.
“Allen, what are you doing? Put me down!”
She had never been spanked before, let alone be spanked by a whom she had sex with.
Belle’s blushing face no longer had the coldness and indifference.
She wondered why this man was spanking her with no shame!
Allen firmly fixed the struggling woman with one hand, not letting her escape from his palm.
The other hand kept hitting Belle’s butt, without any intention of stopping.
He hit harder and harder as if it was to make Belle remember this lesson fiercely.
“Next time she dares not to leave without saying a word.” Allen complained in his mind.