Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 216: Love Is, As You Love, You End Up Doing a Lot of

This kiss was lingering and ambiguous.

The room was filled with an atmosphere of romance.

The dazzling neon lights outside the window shone through the vintage curtains, casting light on the man’s deeply handso face, making it even more three-dinsional.

Carla Carr was kissed to the point of suffocation.

Oh my god.

The domineering, possessive man in front of her, was he really the rumored... distant from won, only interested in n, Admiral?

In the past, Carla and Eva Nightingale had joked many tis about how to straighten him out, how to sleep with him, even thinking of drugging thods.

But she hadn’t expected... at that ti, she couldn’t straighten him out at all!

Just one accident, he ca to China, and the two of them muddled through...

"Mmph, Alexander Kingsley, enough! Quickly, let go of !"

"Let’s take a bath together." His tone was commanding.

"Why... no!" Who wanted to bathe with him?

"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you." He said, "I’m not such a beast! I won’t drag you along every day!"

He was strong and fit; there was nothing wrong with him, but she, her delicate body, couldn’t take it!

When the ti cos and she can’t get out of bed, won’t it be he who feels sorry?

"Co in, take a bath, and go to sleep."

"Oh." Carla, as if possessed, followed him into the bathroom, her face flushed the entire ti, not daring to look at him.

...

After the bath.

He put on a loose n’s robe, poured two cups of warm water, and handed one to her: "Tomorrow, I’ll take you back to see the Crown Princess Consort."

"..." Carla was naturally happy in her heart.

She drank a few sips of water and then dove into the covers.

Due to these past couple of days, the two had muddled through to that point and were on a business trip overseas, so they were sleeping in the sa room, on the sa bed.

Carla wrapped herself in a blanket, rolled to the edge of the bed, and pulled a pillow to the center of the bed: "Admiral, this is the boundary line, and neither of us can cross it!"

Alexander Kingsley nodded with a dark face: "Hmm."

"Little rascal, your boundary line is too arbitrary!"

"Then what else?" Carla turned around, "Do you want to draw a line with a pen in the middle of the bed?"

"No need."

Alexander lifted the duvet and got into the bed, a burst of cold air made Carla shiver involuntarily.

Because in the previous days, he had troubled her too much... these past few days, she had been lying in bed recuperating.

Now, lying on the bed, she soon fell asleep.

She didn’t have many hobbies, like Eva, she loved spicy strips and sleeping!

With the sound of even breathing, Alexander confird she was asleep.

Glancing sideways, he grabbed the pillow in the middle of the bed and tossed it to the floor.

With a sweep of his large hand, he gathered Carla into his arms completely, her small face nestled against his firm chest.

Alexander held her like this: "Little rascal! If I tell you, a month later, I’ll expel you from the ntor-ship, will you be angry?"

The man hugged her tighter and added:

"Little rascal, since ancient tis, relationships between ntor and disciple have never had a good ending, so I’ve decided to expel you from the ntor-ship by then and let you beco the Admiral’s wife, are you willing?"

Carla slept on, soundly, with no idea what the man said.

She only knew.

Her "pillow" was so warm.

Very different from her usually cold bed.

Because it was so comfortable and warm, she tightened her hold on the man, even placing her leg over him, moving this way and that, snuggling up to him.

Alexander’s face darkened a few shades.

"Little rascal, just snuggle then!"

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