Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 787 - 786: On the Cruise Ship

"Hubby, what’s this?"

Even though that thing looked scary, she still daringly poked his wrist with her finger.

And, with no shame, she asked aloud.

"Muscle."

Ella: "Is it muscle?"

"Yes."

Ella: "Is it really muscle?"

"Mm-hmm."

Ella: "Aren’t muscles supposed to be in separate chunks?"

The man finally lost his cool, his voice turned cold: "I’ll give you two choices. One is to sleep, the other is to eat me... or be eaten by me."

Ella: "Then I’ll just sleep." She’s not stupid, she’s not someone without a brain.

Man: "Hmm, three seconds, if you keep moving, I’ll eat you." His tone didn’t sound like he was joking.

She immediately settled down, nestled in his arms, closed her eyes, and with the scent of his pleasant masculine aroma, fell asleep without moving.

Hmm, now he’s satisfied, Little Ella isn’t a little obedient one, but he likes her like that.

*

Meanwhile, at sea.

An incredibly luxurious cruise ship, with six levels, each one packed with people.

The cruise ship still buzzes with a banquet, glasses clinking.

Red wine and champagne towers stacked taller than people, socialites holding their glasses, chatting away.

The people on this cruise are mostly from Eastern Europe and some neighboring countries, all invited for Barrett Scott.

Because Barrett Scott is always clinging to Sebastian Yansford, saying things like: "Young Master Yan, wait for me", "Young Master Yan, I want hot pot tonight, will you come with me", "Hubby, I’ve twisted my ankle", "Hubby, can you stop being so stern every day".

And also things like: "Hubby Yan, are you falling in love with someone else?"

"Sebastian Yansford, have you fallen for Eva Nightingale?"

"Alright, alright... your matter, do as you wish!"

Last night, Barrett Scott drank too much, took two bottles, and sat on the top level of the cruise, enjoying the night breeze all night long. It made the beauties search the cruise from top to bottom to finally find, oh, Young Master Chen is on the top level.

Barrett Scott slept the whole night; the hangover hit him, and the first feeling when he woke up was a headache.

"Drink some." He woke up hearing the man’s magnetic and lazy voice, Sebastian Yansford handed him a glass of warm water and brought a bowl of porridge.

At that time Barrett Scott was obviously stunned and then looked over, the man was neatly dressed, extraordinarily noble.

He held a cup with his long fingers, filled with warm water.

What’s going on? Is Sebastian Yansford showing concern for him?

"Hubby, are you worried about me?"

That "hubby" wasn’t like a woman calling a man her husband, in Barrett Scott’s eyes, it was just a teasing term.

At first, he just called it casually, and unexpectedly, it slipped off the tongue so smoothly that he didn’t want to stop using it.

"Drink." So much talking, back then Sebastian Yansford’s tone was extremely displeased, last night he drank too much, idiotically sitting alone on the top level enjoying the night breeze, almost caught a cold, at that time he admitted he was worried about him as a buddy.

The feeling of a hangover is quite uncomfortable.

That feeling, Sebastian Yansford knew it well.

So... he specially instructed the nutritionist to make porridge, and after it was done, he himself brought it over for Barrett Scott.

"I don’t want to eat." How could Barrett Scott not want to eat? Could Sebastian Yansford stop being so nice to him?

The emotions he had finally suppressed could easily be stirred up again by him.

Barrett Scott vaguely heard Sebastian Yansford talking with the bodyguard, roughly saying to take Eva Nightingale to Eastern Europe.