“Mr. Thompson, with your might and intelligence... You should know what I want with a kiss, right?” Arnold wrapped his arms around Asher’s neck, his face flushed as he panted heavily.
Asher lowered his gaze, pursing his lips, oily from the kiss, and his hands on his knees slowly clenched. “Next time, remember to wipe your mouth first.”
Arnold licked the corner of his lips in satisfaction, smiling mischievously but captivatingly.
“No way.”
……
After learning about her mother’s past from Mila, Bella was down and gloomy the whole day, even losing her appetite.
The next evening, Bella still did not feel like eating. After feeding Wyatt some soup, she stood by the window at the end of the hallway and stared at the distance in a daze.
Suddenly, a familiar embrace surrounded her from behind. The man’s reassuring scent enveloped her.
Justin pulled her delicate body into his arms and held her tightly, his sharp jaw resting on her shoulder and his lips close to her ear. “Aren’t you going to eat something? I asked Ian to get some takeout. They’re all your favorites.”
“I’m not hungry…” Bella lowered her eyes dejectedly.
“Not hungry? I still remember when you made a big bowl of pasta and finished it all, and that was at midnight.” Justin recalled her impressive appetite, still in awe.
Bella’s head hung low sadly, her voice choking up. “Justin, I miss my mother…”
Justin’s calloused thumb gently caressed her face, his heart aching. “Bella, don’t be sad. Mrs. Thompson must also be thinking about you all the time in heaven.”
Bella tried to hold it in, but her tears still streamed down her face.
Justin hugged her, coaxing and kissing her.
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