Elena Bush can’t help but cover her face, why is this guy so sweet now?
Logan Brown bent his eyes and smiled, leaning forward, his long fingers lightly picking up her chin, “I’m sorry for looking for you for so long and for making you wait so long ……”
The man’s low voice in her ear made her face flush early.
“Where did you learn to say that without blushing.” She cupped his face, the corners of her mouth curling slightly.
The man was frank, as if he didn’t hear the ambiguity, “When faced with you, naturally, I can say anything, and if it were anyone else, naturally, I wouldn’t hear this.”
“Fancy words!”
“Did i?”
Logan Brown’s body pressed closer, a sly smile in his eyes, “And what do you think I should do to make it not a fancy word?”
This was a difficult question for Elena Bush to answer, and she was at a loss for words.
Logan Brown looked at her and lifted his hand and tapped her on the top of the head, “If you can’t say it, then you can’t deny what I said.”
The man had a way of catching the gaps in his words, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Elena Bush bristled and simply stopped talking, leaving him to his sophistry.
Elena Bush’s eyes glowed as she watched the beauty of the night in Provence, while the man’s eyes were glued to her body for a long time ……
Blanche has found Kent extraordinarily mysterious for days on end, as she can’t find him even though she has to be at the office every day.
I don’t know how, but the word ‘Derailment’ was instantly imprinted on her heart like a brand, blocking her breath.
It wasn’t that she was suspicious of him, but when the man who had disappeared for a whole day came back, she could always smell the scent of roses on him, a scent that wouldn’t dissipate even after a bath.
Once or twice, but for several days in a row, she really panicked and didn’t know what to do.
That day, when Kent arrived home, he saw Blanche already asleep in bed, so he went into the bathroom with a light touch.
At the same time, Blanche lifted the covers off the bed, startling him.
“Still awake?” Kent unzipped his jacket and tossed it aside, stepping out of the bathroom to sit in front of the bed.
Blanche subconsciously avoided his hand that was reaching out to stroke her forehead.
Kent gave a start and looked at her a little puzzled, “What’s wrong?”
“Kent ……”
“I’m here.” He took her hand and held it tightly, “What’s wrong, you look terrible, are you not feeling well?”
Blanche’s face was indeed pale, but at the moment it was all the more subdued.
That hollow look in his eyes when he looked at him made even his heart stutter and he began to reflect on whether what he had done in the last few days had been discovered.
“You ……” Blanche paused as soon as she opened her mouth, biting her lip and pushing his hand away, “What do you think of me?”
When she looked up again, she had recovered all her emotions and her face was a picture of calmness.
But that’s what makes Kent wonder what’s going on in her mind and whether he’s done something wrong.
“You’re fine, always have been, in public and in private.” Kent’s face was sincere.
But the moment he opened his mouth he saw her pale even more, looking as if she was going to faint in the next second.
Kent was genuinely worried.
He put his hand on her despite her wishes and felt her body temperature, but fortunately there was nothing unusual.
But even so, he couldn’t rest easy. He took her by the hand and looked her up and down, his eyebrows hidden in worry, “Blanche, what’s wrong? Did something happen? If you have something to tell me, don’t keep it to yourself.”
She rarely told anyone what was on her mind, plus she was always quiet and never showed it on her face, so if something happened, it would really worry him.
Blanche did not speak directly, but pulled his sleeve to his nose and said, “Smell yourself, what is that smell.”
“Huh?”
“Smell it!”
Kent sniffed obediently and then smiled, “Roses.”
At that, Blanche looked away and said in a deep voice, “Kent, if you’re sick of me you can say so, you don’t have to hide it from me.”
“Bored?”
Kent was baffled, “What am I bored with you for, I love you so much.”
His heart hung in mid-air at the thought of her somewhat unusual reaction, his hand lifted to cup her face and looked at her seriously, “Blanche, did you misunderstand something?”
The latter clenched her lower lip and did not say anything.
If he didn’t say anything, then he would pry it open!
Blanche hated this about herself, there was nothing she could do about him, and what was more, he always managed to tug at her heartstrings so easily.
The kiss ended before Kent looked at her with a slight gasp, “Will you talk now? If you don’t, I’ll kiss you again! Until you’re willing to say it.”
“……”
Blanche took a deep breath, there was nothing left to do but to speak up in a whisper, “Where have you been all this time?”
“Busy with some things.”
“With a woman?”
“No……”
Kent froze, always a bad emotionalist, and only now did he notice that something was wrong, then laughed out loud.
He looked at her tight little face and couldn’t help but say, “Do you suspect me of betraying you?”
“You know in your own heart if there is or isn’t.” She said back coldly.
Instead of being angry, Kent’s heart felt like a warm current had been injected into it, warming his whole body, she was so jealous that it proved she cared for him.
He wordlessly enveloped her in his arms and dropped a kiss on the top of her head with his thin lips, “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy with other things this time so I’ve left you out.”
“I didn’t.” Blanche said sullenly.
She dropped her eyes and her small hand dropped subconsciously to the small of her back.
Kent’s hand went up as well, clasping hers at the same time, “Blanche, I know you’re worried because you and I have hidden our feelings for each other for so many years and suddenly it’s just in front of you and you’re going to be suspicious and feel unbelievable, but trust me, I won’t do anything wrong to you.”
Blanche was tempted to ask why, if that was the case, he had changed his schedule without permission, even leaving the next week free, and coming back every day smelling of perfume.
But she couldn’t ask that, and she didn’t dare to.
Kent looked at her in silence and could not help but lift her face again, forcing her to look at himself.
“Blanche, give me a little time and I’ll prove it to you, okay?”
Perhaps Kent was too affectionate and serious at this point, she actually nodded silently.