What’s going on here?
Amanda didn’t dare to move. After all, her posture is too awkward and dangerous.
Lying in Miller White’s arms, this was understandable, but could someone told her why the man’s pajamas were wide open? Why did she put her hand on the man’s honey-colored chest?
As the morning sun fell on this kingsize bed, it was clear to see that there was a small tent propped up under a thin blanket which made her extremely ashamed and indignant….
Just as she tried to withdraw her hand, a large palm caught her wrist.
“What? Want to leave?”
The man’s waking voice was no longer calm and self-assured as usual. Instead, it is a bit breathtaking hoarse, just like the most beautiful low voice between lovers.
Amanda’s slightly panicked look was reflected in his eyes, the straps of her nightgown slipping off as she moved, her small mouth opened slightly what he saw as a silent invitation.
“Well… Miller, I have… work… today.”
Breathlessly, Amanda stopped the man’s messy hand and speaks intermittently.
But would the boss stop? With a little effort, he opened her hand and pushed her pajamas up…
Two hours later, Amanda was standing in front of the mirror, straightening her clothes, and couldn’t stop complaining, “Bette has called me three times. Are you abstemious? Boss?”
Miller sat on the bed, his head tilted, looking satisfied, “What do you think?”
Amanda was silent, well, even if he didn’t make it to the last step, but her hand was almost breaking, okay? And the hickeys on the neck, how to cover it when the time to film?
Amanda wrath looked at the man in the mirror, grabbed her handbag and stomped out.
“Bette, come on, get to the filming location!”
Amanda growled as soon as she got into the car, but she could see the heat in boss’s eyes, and was afraid that he would catch her back for another two hours.
She had seen the physical strength of the boss.
Amanda didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until the car was far away, and then she saw Bette’s strange gaze staring over… her neck.
“Amanda, so in love with boss, huh?”
Amanda’s response to Bette’s masterful derision was to to pull up her clothes, revealing an innocent giggle, without saying a word.
There was no chance of winning back to her, okay!
Bette smiled at Amanda and handed over what she was holding, “That makes me feel a lot better.”
“This is… me and Miller?”
“Well, the entertainment headlines this morning are all about what Miller said last night.”
“But he said he wouldn’t announce our marriage until three months later…”
“Amanda, if he doesn’t want to announce it, do you think these things might show up?”
“… but why didn’t he tell me?”
To be honest, Amanda felt a little uncomfortable about Miller not telling her ahead of time.
Bette saw it and was about to comfort her when the phone rang and she looked at it, handing it to Amanda.
“Miller’s.”
“Hello?”
Miller just saw the paper and called her right away, “See the news?”
“Well.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you beforehand.”
“Hmm.” He thought an apology was the end of it? Amanda snapped inwardly, but was startled by the man’s next words.
“I can’t wait until 3 months later, I just want the whole world to know that you’re my wife.”
“Hmm.”
Bette watched as Amanda’s face went red in an instant, suddenly feeling like the breakfast was wasted. This wave of public display of affection going to make she vomit, okay?