Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 855 - 854: The Gossiping Auntie
"Ahem. Uncle, I don’t have kidney deficiency."
Alexander Kingsley shot a cold glance over: "You sure about that?"
"I haven’t been with a woman... even if I had, that doesn’t mean I have kidney deficiency. Our Kingsley Family has such strong genes, right? Of course, I’m physically well."
The housekeeper suddenly chimed in: "Young master, didn’t you say you had a backache this morning?"
Albert Kingsley: "..." Damn it, would it kill you to stay quiet!
He wasn’t suffering from kidney deficiency; it was just... well... his stamina wasn’t that great...
Regardless, he would never admit it.
Soon, Mrs. Zhang walked into the dining room, handing a bottle of medicine to Albert Kingsley: "Young master, this is the best kidney tonic."
"..." Albert Kingsley had never been this embarrassed, even when he once got his hair dyed green. This time, he felt it was the most mortifying moment of his life, wishing he could find a hole and crawl in, never to come out again.
So many people knew about his kidney deficiency; wouldn’t the servants laugh their heads off?
The crux was Alexander Kingsley’s cold voice came over again: "What’s wrong? Not pleased?"
Albert Kingsley: "I wouldn’t dare, thank you, Uncle." How could he not say thanks; he wouldn’t want another trip to Africa.
Carla Carr looked at Albert Kingsley with satisfaction, feeling inexplicably overjoyed inside!
Seeing Albert Kingsley embarrassed, she was delighted. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
"What are you looking at?" Alexander Kingsley suddenly leaned over; she was staring blankly at Albert Kingsley, and his heart held a fleeting displeasure.
"I... um, wasn’t looking at anything." She quickly retracted her gaze and lowered her head to eat.
...
Night.
Carla Carr went upstairs, and she accidentally bumped into Albert Kingsley at the corner of the stairs, feeling a bit awkward.
Albert Kingsley, defying his usual arrogance: "Good evening."
In memory, Albert Kingsley had always been a spoiled military brat, and Carla Carr was a brat too; she really didn’t even know how they became boyfriend and girlfriend before, not that anything ever happened between them.
The other party shed their usual arrogant demeanor, so Carla Carr naturally felt more amiable, politely replying: "Good night."
Good night.
What a tender voice.
At the corner, Alexander Kingsley’s footsteps paused; had she not let go of Albert Kingsley yet...
Alexander Kingsley stopped for a moment, turned back into the study, and his mood unusually turned irritable.
Carla Carr entered the room, took a shower, and lay down on the big bed. After dinner, she hadn’t seen Alexander Kingsley; she assumed he was busy, as she wished, yet somehow felt a bit lonely, pondered for a while, then fell asleep.
She didn’t know how much time passed.
In a daze, it felt as if something heavy was pressing down on her; she woke up and opened her eyes: "Alexan..." Before she could call out his name, her lips were blocked.
What was going on? Why did he suddenly feel so cold, almost making it hard for her to breathe from the kiss.
He didn’t stop his actions, grasping her wrists and pinning them above her head, swiftly removing her pajamas, and his too, letting them drop to the floor, then pressing down heavily again.
He said he wouldn’t touch her; was this not touching? She actually believed it then. How could he be like this, hmph.
It was unknown how long had passed before the man finally settled down; she was exhausted and weak, lying listlessly in his arms, Alexander Kingsley, this demon, was truly life-threatening.
The next day.
When she woke, she felt sore and exhausted, and he was already not on the bed, obviously gone to attend to his work. Carla Carr got out of bed, dressed herself, gathered her things, and left the Summer Palace.
