Mr. Handsome I Love You - Chapter 54：Ch 54

The thought made her sick to her stomach. Then Abigail shot Alice a complete look of helplessness and Alice wandered over and shoved herself in between her and her father pretending to be completely unaware of the intimacy while beginning to tell her father all about herself. Surprisingly enough, he seemed interested.

Then when she kissed him—on the mouth! She wanted to scratch the woman’s eyes out. To her relief, it was Owen who pulled back nodded politely to her and shook his father’s outstretched hand.

“You planning on staying long dad?” “A few days I think.” He shot his gaze to Abigail who was doing her best not to make eye contact with him. Owen inwardly cringed. The old man had sights on Abigail and her discomfort was as obvious as a slap in the face.

Instinctively he reached for her and drew her against him. “She’s beautiful Owen. You chose well.” Said Jayden. “Yes. I think so too.” He planted a genuine affection kiss on her cheek causing her to smile for the first time in hours.

“I’m going to take us all out for dinner to celebrate.” “That’s generous of you.” Owen offered with less affection than usual. He seemed not to notice. “Come darling.” He held his hand to Kylie, “Let’s go get changed and unpack.”

She shot Abigail a look of disdain before following her husband. When they disappeared up the stairs Owen instantly cupped Abigail’s face in his hands and searched her eyes, “Lord cheetah, are you all right?” he said in a low whisper. “I’m fine.” “Don’t lie to me.

They are both vultures and I know it.” She released a rush of air in relief. He kissed her possessively, “I won’t let them be alone with you again. I promise.” He claimed her mouth again. “I’m so sorry you had to deal with this. Usually, they pop in every five years and phone at least once a month to talk to Alice.” Kylie’s eyes narrowed at the scene down below. Although she couldn’t hear what they were saying, it was the affection that Owen was giving the young beautiful woman that bothered her.

As far as she was concerned, Owen was hers. One night, 18 years ago, he came home drunk and she was waiting for him. Jayden was out with one of his hoes, so Kylie was going to get him back and sleep with his son. Of course, she never did get that far before he’d stopped her. She was surprised actually; any other sixteen years old would have let her have him, but not Owen. He had unusual integrity.

At least she got to play with him a little and never forgot that night. She knew he was a legend between the sheets now. Things like that traveled in her gossip circles. Yet that one night, she got to touch him and knew exactly what talent he had between those powerful thighs of his when she went down on him. Her tongue flicked out and licked her dry lips.