Chapter 21 Marriage certificate for Missus

Book:The Perfect Marriage Published:2024-5-1

After a night of fun, Allen was contented and held Belle tightly and kissed her. She was nervous and closed her eyes. The passionate action was indescribably tender. Looking at her fair and perfect complexion covered with love bite marks, he couldn’t help but grin. He never expected that he will lose control of himself and engaged in such a wild session.
This had never happened before, when did he start to become this way?
It seemed that it happened when this young lady appeared. Now his heart had a soul, blood and flesh. It was no longer an empty shell.
This was a great feeling and he was willing to lose himself over her.
He gently carried her to the bathroom and passionately bathed her. He also took a simple shower.
The day was already bright and the sunray shone into the room through the french window. The ray of sunshine fell right onto Belle’s delicate face. He was worried that it would wake up the exhausted little lady and Allen quickly drew the curtains.
He walked out of the room and closed the bedroom door as he looked at the sun rising from the horizon.
He cheekily smiled from the corner of his mouth, he was in a good mood. He took out the cell phone and dialed. It rang several times before the other side answered.
“Boss!”
Ken’s husky voice came over the phone, surprised that his master had woken up so early.
Was it because there was a blunder last night? That he wasn’t able to get the girl? But from his voice, it seemed that he was in a good mood. Could it be that he enjoyed himself for the entire night and hadn’t slept yet?
When he thought about this possibility, Ken snickered and laughed within him.
Mr. David was correct when he said that when a person unleashed his years of pent up desires, he would be very aggressive. Looking at Ms. Belle’s picture, he wondered if her petite body could handle being ravaged by his master.
“I’ll give you half an hour to reach Victoria Hotel.”
Allen always maintained a cool and arrogant image to outsiders. He persistently presented himself as devoid of emotions. Everyone around was aware of his high and mighty persona.
“Yes Boss!”

Ken flew over quickly and didn’t take half an hour to reach the Victoria Hotel.
When Allen was informed that Ken had arrived, he gently pushed open the door and saw the petite lady still laying quietly on the bed, his cold and indifferent persona changed into a warm and caring man.
He walked gently over and picked the clothes that he had prepared for her and gently put it on for her. He took his jacket and wrapped her tightly before carrying her carefully out of the room.
Ken was waiting downstairs and when he saw the person approaching the hotel’s main entrance, he was very surprised.
Hell! Who was that man with the warm and caring expression, compassionately carrying the lady in his embrace? It really was that cool and arrogant, high and mighty devoid of emotions for thirty years Boss? That was shocking!
It was alarming about the manner in which he carried her, as if he was carrying a precious treasure.
Especially shocking was the man’s face was glowing with tender and warmth. Ken raised his eyes and looked at the sun while patting on his surprised chest to calm himself.
It was a good thing that the sun still rose from the east!
He was about to call out “Boss”, but Allen coldly glared at him, concerned that if he said anything he would wake up the lady in his arms.
He tenderly looked down at the lady sleeping in his embrace, the cool and delicate eyebrows. Ken looked petrified.
“Send someone to the presidential suite and gather the luggage and send them to my villa. Next, take Belle’s and my documents to register. Get it done before noon!”
After he instructed, Allen entered the car with Belle and carefully positioned her to a comfortable position.
She leaned onto his embrace and continued to sleep peacefully. That small and soft bunch in his embrace was indescribably tender.
Before noon, yes, although the little lady in his embrace agreed last night, in order to prevent any change, he’d better get it done as soon as possible. Once they registered their marriage, he won’t be afraid that she changed her mind.
When Allen thought about this, he raised his smile and revealed his loneliness. When Ken saw it, he felt that all these years of surprises couldn’t compare to what happened this morning.
“What are you dreaming about? Drive, drive slowly, don’t wake Belle up!”
He raised his dark eyes and looked coldly at Ken with a frightening expression. In his cool arrogant image that has never changed.
Ken pursed his lips and hurriedly got into the car and started the engine.
He found his Boss’s expression of concern for a woman frightening. For the sake of their safety, he cast aside these thoughts and concentrated on driving the car.
Along the way, Ken was being criticized numerous times by his Boss. Practically every ten minutes his Boss instructed him to “Drive slower, slowly.”
What usually took half an hour, today they drove for over two hours before reaching.
They finally reached Dragon Villas and drove in, Ken realized that his back was soaked with sweat.
Allen carried Belle gently, carefully got out of the car and carried her into his villa. He went directly to the second-floor master bedroom and placed Belle, who was still in deep sleep, onto the bed.
He took off her clothes and changed her into something more casual, covered her with a blanket before placing a kiss gently onto her forehead.
Along the entire journey, this girl didn’t even wake up once. It looked like he really exhausted her the previous night.
But after thirty years of abstinence, the intensity was inevitable.
When he recalled the intensity and passion, when he thought about the delicate petite lady trembling and sobbing beneath him, revealing the charming and enchanting gesture, Allen can’t help but feel satisfied with himself.
It will be her. He decided for this lifetime.
Belle had always been very careful. No matter how tired she was, she will maintain a light sleep. Even during the year which she spent in the mental institution.
Perhaps it was a habit which she picked up while growing up. But this time, perhaps she was really too tired or it was too comfortable, she slept till it was dark outside.
She moved her body and felt sore all over. She had bruises all over her body which were signs of how intense and passionate the previous night was.
She looked at the four corners, it was an unfamiliar venue but the scent was familiar, the scent of his body. She raised her eyebrow. Is this his house?
She forced herself to get out of bed, her sore legs were wobbly and barely sustained her body.
She steadied herself before walking into the bathroom. She saw a new toothbrush with the toothpaste applied. She proceeded to brush her teeth.