My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 302

Kevin Kyle held Karen Daly’s head and looked at her quietly, which made her so shy that she quickly shut her eyes. Her face was red as an apple, waiting for him to harvest it.

Kevin Kyle couldn't help laughing out loud. His thin lips closed onto hers, and he kissed her gently, tasting her unique and wonderful taste.

That kiss, was lingering, tender, and intoxicating...

After a long time, Kevin Kyle let go of Karen Daly. He couldn't help licking her lips and calling her name in a low voice, "Karen Daly—"

"Hmm?"

"Promise me that you won’t care about anything. Leave everything to me."

How did he read her mind? Karen thought.

Just when she was about to do take action, he asked her to not care about anything.

However, she did experience this pain. She had suffered such unforgettable damage that she couldn’t just forget them even if she wanted to.

Kevin Kyle continued, "If you want to do anything, just tell me and we'll discuss it together and do what you want to do, okay?"

"Kevin Kyle..."

Kevin Kyle said in a deep voice, "Karen Daly, is that okay?"

His voice was low and sexy, still as pleasant as before, but there was a sense of distress and helplessness in his voice. Karen Daly felt her heartache for him and nodded gently in his arms.

What he said wasn't unreasonable.

She did not have any power at all. If she confronted Old Master Kyle head-on, she would probably suffer a loss.

If she were to suffer a loss, Kevin Kyle would be upset for her.

She didn't want him to feel bad for her.

Karen Daly said, "I promise you that I will discuss with you no matter what I do. I won't make any decision on my own."

"Do not lie to me," Kevin warned.

“I won't!" Karen replied.

"Let's eat then," Kevin said.

"Okay!" Karen gladly agreed.

At the dining table, Kevin Kyle, who used to not speak whenever he was eating, had also now changed.

He took over a bowl of soup from Karen Daly and tasted it. Then he nodded vigorously and said, "I haven't had your soup for such a long time. The taste seems to be getting better and better."

"I'll cook soup for you every day!" Karen said happily.

"Sure," Kevin said.

Karen Daly put some food into Kevin Kyle’s bowl, blinked her eyes, and asked playfully, "I heard that you are a clean-freak. Would you eat the food I take for you?"

Kevin Kyle asked in a serious tone, "I've eaten your saliva. Eating the food you pick up for me is nothing."

"You..." she started.

How could this man be so naughty? How could he be so disgusting? Where did the cold and aloof Kevin Kyle go?

"I am also the father of a child. I have a lot of experience," Kevin continued saying.

Karen Daly wasn’t sure whether he had seen through her thoughts, but when Kevin Kyle spoke this sentence, Karen's face grew even redder.

How should she describe this man?

In one word, bad. In two words, very bad. In three words, really, really bad!

She glanced at him and reached out to pinch him, but he grabbed her hand in his palm.