Pampered Wife of Xavier

Chapter 34: Temperature of The Lips

"Do you dare to try?" His deep and sexy voice brought forth an overwhelming charm. The deep vortex in his eyes was inescapable.

Arya was a positive girl and her eyes brightened up as she looked at Mr. Knight with determination.

"How would you like to try, Mr. Knight?"

She could feel the palm holding her hand start to tighten. While he advanced towards her, his pleasant fragrant was all over her. He lowered his body and their lips became closer to each other. Before she could even react, he left a cold kiss on her similarly chilly lips...

She was shocked at that second.

The man patted her head, the gap between their lips starting to infiltrate her territory. A warm and fresh breath entered her nasal passages, his unique smell feeling very clear and real, unlike his usual behavior. Even though he was nearby, it felt like he was far beyond her reach.

Her eyes blurred and her brain went hazy. She could feel the warmth assaulting her cold hand as the kiss earlier chased the coldness away from her lips.

As she came back to her senses, she tried to struggle but his large hand stopped her.

They could hear each other's heartbeats. When he felt her struggling, he stopped his movements and just looked at her quietly.

Arya took a deep breath, her eyes still seeming blurry as she looked into his eyes. She was going to say something, parting her lips a little, yet after a while, she just looked at the TV screen quietly instead.

Her beautiful face turned bright red while she clenched her fists.

Xavier suddenly laughed and patted her head with his big hand again. He could still taste her fresh scent. It was far better than he imagined...

She shook his hand off her head and narrowed her eyes at him. Angrily, she accused,

"You're trying to trap me again!"

"Why don't you just admit that you're stupid?"

Xavier seemed indifferent now as he sat back normally and his eyes glimmered triumphantly.

This man was a big, mean wolf even though he looked so calm and polite on the outside!

Arya frowned and stared at him coldly. Cracking her knuckles, her frown turned into a cold simper.

"Xavier, what did you say just now? I didn't hear it. Why don't you say it again?"

Xavier seemed shocked. He moved away slightly and squinted at her.

"What's the matter, my dear? Are you sure you're going to use violence against me now? You're revealing your ferocious nature..."

How terrifying!

The next afternoon, the sun was shining brightly high up in the sky.

Arya planned to stay at home and continue working on the South River project when suddenly she received a phone call. After giving it thorough consideration, she stopped her work on hand and went out.

The Cayenne soared through the cold wind and surged through fallen leaves as the car headed towards the busy commercial area of the city and parked in front of a rustic cafe.

Arya wore a black windbreaker. She let her hair down and pushing a pair of large sunglasses on top of her head, she opened the door and got down. She locked the car and headed into the cafe.

"Miss, do you have a reservation?" A waitress went up to her as Arya stepped into the cafe.

Arya nodded and replied, "Table 15."