funbook-pk Chapter 748: Sorry to Men as a Term
Chapter 748: Sorry to Men as a Term
The last time Chloe Summers got drunk, although she did take the initiative to kiss him, he didn’t respond or ask for anything, but now he earnestly wants to ask for something; the kiss deepened, and the taste in her mouth was better than anything."Harold Chapman, it’s hot," Chloe Summers clung to him.
Leon Rivers kissed her deeply and found it hard to stop, but absolutely nothing should happen in the car, so he pulled the seatbelt over her, backed away, stared at her slightly swollen lips from the kissing, and started the car.
Throughout the drive, Chloe Summers wasn’t behaving; her hands roamed over him, and several times his car nearly hit the roadside.
It took some effort to reach his place, Leon Rivers got out of the car, slammed the car door shut, then lit a cigarette, puffing and exhaling smoke. The girl he liked was delivered to him in such a state,
if he didn’t take her, wouldn’t he be letting down the meaning of being a man?
In his ear were the humming sounds of the woman in the car, Leon Rivers tossed away his cigarette and extinguished it with his leather shoe, opened the car door, and lifted Chloe Summers out, heading straight upstairs.
He opened the door and tossed the woman in his arms onto the big bed, flinging his suit jacket to the sofa, his movements somewhat wild as if Chloe Summers had taken drugs, but he was even more eager than her.
Picking up his phone, Leon Rivers dialed Harold Chapman’s number with a cold, sly smile on his lips, "I’m telling you, Chloe Summers is now on my bed. If you don’t arrive within five minutes, she’s mine. Don’t blame a brother for snatching your woman. If you don’t care about her, then don’t come over; I’ll take good care of her for you!"
Without giving the other side a chance to say anything, Leon Rivers coldly hung up the phone,
The woman on the bed crawled towards him again, turning her head to kiss his neck, Leon Rivers turned over and pinned her down, kissing her skin.
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In the evening, Melody Thorne personally cooked a lot of delicious food, and Timmy’s hands were greasy from eating; Melody Thorne nearly laughed seeing his appearance, "Baby, did you not eat anything all day?"
"I did eat at school, but the meals were too bad; I don’t like them," Timmy said, gnawing on a little chicken leg.
He was telling the truth; even the chef at home couldn’t make food as good as Melody Thorne’s.
Jared Quinn’s mouth twitched slightly; Timmy went to the best aristocratic school, where every meal had ten dishes and one soup per person, and this kid still dared to say he’s not satisfied?
"If you’re full, go upstairs and sleep early," Jared Quinn glanced at his son.
"No, Melody just got back; she finally has time, and I want to be with her more, accompany her?"
Jared Quinn "... there’s a little plane upstairs that was just brought back from Veldona."
Timmy "... then I’ll go upstairs first."
"Haha," Melody Thorne couldn’t help but laugh; surely, the older ones are wiser.
"By the way, there’s an event at my school, and the teacher said all parents have to come, that’s mom and dad. Are you going?" Timmy crossed his arms, looking at them.
Before, when everyone’s parents came, he sat alone in the corner of the classroom on purpose; but he was also envious,
That proud little expression made Melody Thorne feel a bit sad. She walked over and hugged Timmy tightly, "We’ll go. I have time, and your dad must make time too. We’ll go together."
"Okay," Timmy smiled and turned to go upstairs.