Female Novel
Chapter 703
He smiled faintly and kissed me on the forehead. His voice was low and magnetic, "What were you thinking about?"| shook my head. | was already on top of him, so | lifted my arms, wrapping them around his neck and smiled, "You!"
His black eyes looked so pure and attractive. His warm lips dropped on mine, and his voice was rough when he asked, "Did youcome up with something?"
"The man in front of me is my sweetheart!" | smiled, and my eyes curved into a crescent moon.
He laughed with his head down. The hand that held me tightened, "Evan brought some food, are you hungry?”"A little!" Lying on top of him, | felt a little lazy. | tilted my head as | said, "Has your meeting ended?"
He had already picked me up. Perhaps | was too light for him, he swayed me in his arms and added, "You're too thin."| did not say a word. He carried me into the office. Evan glanced at us, lowered his head and retreated out.
He placed me on his thighs and had no plans of letting me go. He pulled me closer. "What do you want to eat?"| looked at the dishes and saw that they were all stewed; everything smelled and looked appetizing.
| struggled to get down from his thighs, but he held me down, "Aren't you going to reward me?"
| couldn't help laughing as | leaned into his shoulder, "What kind of reward do you want?"
He raised his eyebrows. Gosh, he was so handsome. "You should at least please me," he uttered.
| lifted my head and kissed him on the lips. In a soft voice, | asked, "How's this for a reward?"
He smiled, his eyes filled with affection, and his tone became gentler, "Sweet!"
"Sweet?" | could not help looking at the table. | was famished.
"Lips!" He said and kissed me mercilessly.
What was time but something to be spent amusing one another?
When we finished lunch, it was already noon. | got tired easily recently; perhaps due to how misty and gloomy-looking the sky inJarold City always looked.
Akin to rainy days, it was easy falling asleep to the sounds of the pitter-pattering of the rain.
When | woke up, Hendrix was lying beside me. The man was handsome and his sharp facial features were a kind of beauty thatwas quiet and soft.
Monique once said that Hendrix was a man who looked like an opium poppy. Watching from a distance could be pleasing to theeye. But if you got too close to it, you could get trapped in it, unable to break free from its addictive grasp, or you could lose yoursoul and become a devil.novelbin
No matter which one it was, the outcome was not a beautiful one.
| spent the entire day in the Roberts Group, so | did not know about Yana's current condition. | reached for my phone, but mymovements woke Hendrix up.
He opened his eyes, his cold gaze fell on me. His voice was low and hoarse, "Are you awake?"
| nodded. | had already gotten my phone and sent a message to Aaron asking about Yana's situation.
Hendrix stretched out his hand andpulled me closer to him. His eyeswere a little moist as he said, "Overthe past four years, | often w ke yp\inthe middle of thecnighé brid when |ctrdtc out my hand, everythingaround me felt cold to the touch. |once dreamt of you lying beside me,but you weren't breathing. | woke upfrom the dream and drove fromJarold City to Ucrebury. | drove for anight in Ucrebury and only returnedto Jarold City the next day." Pleaseread the original content atNovelDrama.Org.
| was stunned and looked up at him. Hearing this, my heart twisted in melancholy.
He gave me a smile and said, "When |saw you in Hovell, | made up mymind to stay in Hovell foreve
night | m ved intoyoGr house | wokehab hele of the night andwent to your bedroom. To make surethat you were alive, | placed myfingers under your nose a few timesto check your breathing before | left."Please read the original content atNovelDrama.Org.
| never thought that | would hear Hendrix telling me these.
It was as if my heart had been clenched and grasped tightly, making it impossible for me to breathe.Lying on his chest, it took me a long time to find my own voice. "I'm sorry!"
The past four years had been redemption for me, but torment for him.
It would be a lie to say that | nevermissed him in the past four years. Inthe dead of the night, | would-wake |with sweat parson myforehead. In my dream, his back andthe badly mutilated figure of a childbrought me pain and nostalgia, so |sealed everything up in the past.Please read the original content atNovelDrama.Org.
That was right!
It was impossible for people with depression to be cured. However, as long as | remained conscious of my thoughts, those who |loved, and those who | wanted to protect would not be left out in the cold.