Chapter 8 Be my princess

I didn't realize he was making fun of me. I really thought he wanted to do something before he gave up. So, I gritted my teeth, sat up straight, and quickly kissed the thin lips that were close at hand.

Kent froze at my sudden demeanor and then stared at me with a subtle expression. His inscrutable eyes made me wonder what he was thinking.

I innocently raised my eyes and asked, 'Is this okay?'

The assistant in the front seat did not dare to break the silence and could only try to hold back laughter.

The boss's embarrassing scene is uncommon, especially this one that looks like he is being harassed by this woman.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely quiet.

Seeing that Kent was still unmoved, I assumed he didn't know what to do. With my face turning red, I whispered, 'That's all I can do.'

I made sure to glance at the driver's seat and reminded them, 'There are other people in the car.'

Please stop driving recklessly.

Only two people heard the sound, and Kent, not realizing the seriousness of the situation, helplessly rubbed his forehead and sat back down.

Needless to say, the woman always acted unexpectedly.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that he finally let himself relax.

I slowed down and cooled my red face. I quickly put the ambiguous atmosphere from earlier behind me and asked, 'By the way, you mentioned going to Jonah Group to look for a friend. Is he the president of Jonah Group?' He responded casually, 'Yes, the president of Jonah Group is my friend.'

Kent nodded and pulled out a cigar from his case.

Upon hearing this, my eyes lit up.

Without waiting for me to speak again, Kent turned his head and said, 'You seem interested in President Jonah.'

I replied, 'Who isn't?'

As Kent reached for the matchbox, I lit his cigar to show my sincerity. I asked, 'Can you provide some simple and true information about him for my report?'

Kent raised an eyebrow and asked, 'What good would it do to reveal it to you?' He paused before adding, 'I don't accept favors like the one you just offered.'

 I pouted and asked, 'Can't you just be generous and help people out?'

Kent shook his head and said, 'That's not who I am.'

I choked back my frustration and shoved the matchbook back into his hand. I turned my head to look out the car window, momentarily stumped.

I had two choices. I could either give Kent the benefit of the doubt and ask him for a message about the president of the Jonah Group for a story, or I could find the message on my own.

I only have three days to complete this task, and I'm not sure if I can gather all the necessary information on my own.

The president of the Jonah Group is known to be very private, making it difficult to obtain any news about him.

Suddenly, a colleague interrupted my thoughts and asked if I was done with work and heading home.

I checked the time on my phone and nodded. It's okay if I want to leave. I'm already halfway unemployed, so I can manage my own time.

In three days, I'll receive an official result: either

I'll be fired or I'll receive the report from the president of Jonah Group.

Kent raised his eyebrows slightly and looked thoughtful when he heard this. He signaled to his assistant in the front seat, 'Let's go back to the residence.'

'Yes, boss.'

The two of them returned to the residence together.

Kent and I made love here on our wedding night.

Two middle-aged women, who were servants, greeted us with a smile upon our return to

the large, cold villa.

I nodded and smiled in response. My eyes were surprised, and I couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief in my heart.

At first, I was concerned about managing a large house daily. However, with the help of a maid, I no longer have to worry.

As they entered the living room, they noticed a used water cup on the table. Just then, the maid reported, 'Boss, your younger brother visited today and has already left.'

Upon hearing this, I became tense and asked, 'Did he say anything?'

The visitor said he would return another day. The servant said that the visitor had asked about the person but they had given an unclear response.

Kent grunted coldly and looked at me with icy eyes. He said, 'It seems that your ex-boyfriend still cares about you.'

Then he added in a deep voice, 'Next time, don't let him in without my permission.'

The maid asked, 'Boss, ma'am, it's almost meal time, are you planning to dine?'

Kent walked straight towards the household elevator without looking back and said, 'You guys prepare it for Miss Miriam.'

This was his way of saying that he didn't want to dine.

I watched him leave with a confused expression.

Why does it seem like Kent is suddenly in a bad mood?

After having dinner alone in the dining room, it was completely dark outside when I was ready to go back upstairs to the master bedroom.

As I approached the doorway to the master bedroom, I looked up and saw a person dressed in athletic clothing standing by the bed.

Kent's back was drenched in sweat, as if he had just finished exercising.

He faced the door, lifting his hand to take off his shirt, revealing his wheat-colored back and clear muscle lines.

I blushed and gulped, then walked into the master bedroom. I coughed lightly and asked, 'Aren't you going to eat dinner yet?'

Kent paused in his movements, but instead of responding, he went to sit down on the couch.

Undaunted, I walked around behind him and continued, 'Are you tired from your workout?' Do you need a muscle-relaxing massage?

Kent was puzzled by my sudden attentive behavior, frowned, and grabbed my hand away, silently refusing.

I resentfully withdrew my hand and sat obediently by his side, analyzing myself. "If the shoulders don't need a massage, the legs always do, don't they?"

As I spoke, my hands began to massage Kent's thighs without distraction.

My soft hands wandered over his legs, tempting him and provoking his desire.

Kent's body tensed, and he looked at me uncertainly, asking, 'Are you sure you want to massage my legs?'

I looked up in doubt and unintentionally noticed a change in Kent's crotch. My hands quickly retracted as if they were burned, and I panicked, saying, 'It's better to forget about it!'

As I took a step out, Kent suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me back in.

Caught off guard, my slender body leaned back and I fell onto Kent's sturdy lap, snuggling against his body.

During the confusion, my hands accidentally touched Kent's skin, which was warm to the touch.

I blushed and tried to pull away from his embrace, but he held me tightly.

He whispered in my ear, 'Tonight, be my princess.'