Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 260

Then I start to clamber from the bed, but I’m met by the fierceness of Feng Teng. He picks me up and starts for the door, we meeting SiSi on the way.

“Go, get her stuff,” he orders, striding past her.

“What’s going on?” Kevin jumps up from the chair outside the room.

“She was drugged,” Feng Teng states flatly.

He doesn’t stop to give any further explanation.

“Oh shit!” The horror in Kevin voice is clear.

Then I hear SiSi heels trying to keep up with us.

“What? Like indecent assaulted?” SiSi cry.

“Yes, just like f.u.c.k.i.n.g assaulted,” he shouts as he proceeds down the corridor with me in his arms.

“Now I’m taking her home,” Feng Teng growls.

We emerge into the morning air, and I squint at the offensive, harsher natural light. And I’m lowered into the DBS and secured in my seatbelt. I flinch when the door closes, and then I hear the mumble of voices outside the car.

There’s a subtle tap on the window, and when I look, I see SiSi giving me the call-me gesture. I nod my acknowledgment and rest my head against the window as Feng Teng slides in and places my shoes and bag in the foot well.

Slowly, I close my eyes again and drift off.

“Here you get,” I open my eyes as Feng Teng lifts me from his car and carries me through the foyer of Deng Tai Resident.

“Hi, President Feng,” Mi Ke appears alongside us as Feng Teng makes his way to the penthouse elevator.

“Is everything okay?” He sounds concerned.

It’s not unusual for me to be seen carted about by Feng Teng, so I’m guessing I look terrible, and I know Feng Teng does too.

“I’m fine, Mi Ke. Don’t worry,” The elevator doors close, leaving a concerned Mi Ke mystified.

Resting my head against Feng Teng firmness and the next thing I know, I’m being lowered into his huge bed. And I’m vaguely aware of my dress being removed and disapproving grumbles coming from Feng Teng. Then I roll over when I’m free from my clothes and release a contented exhale of breath when I’m greeted with my most favourite smell in the world, fresh water and mint. This I’m where I belong.

“Ohhhhhhhhh Goddddddd!” I stretch out and it is the most satisfying stretch I’ve ever executed.

Now I feel better, much better. I roll over and find a cool spot. Propping myself up, I crane my neck and gaze around the room to find it empty of any other inhabitants, so I gingerly shift to the edge of the bed and sink my bare feet into the lush carpet, bracing myself for an attack of dizziness as I stand, but nothing happens.

Surprisingly I’m feel steady. I pad across the bedroom and out onto the landing to see Feng teng below, sat back in one of the huge armchairs talking quietly on his mobile. He’s showered and shaved and is wearing some grey sweatpants.

He’s n.a.k.e.d from the waist up. I lower myself quietly onto the top step and watch him through the curving glass that leads down to the big open space. He looks fresh but troubled.

“I don’t know,” he says quietly, while picking at the fabric on the arm of the chair.

“I swear to God, I’ll claw their f.u.c.k.i.n.g eyes out once they found,” He moves his hand from the arm and rubs his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m close to it if they weren’t able to find her in time. That’s f.u.c.k.i.n.g mess!” He grated.

Oh God, am I pushing him towards bad habit again?

As if he’s heard my silent question, his eyes flick up and find mine. I shift uncomfortably on the top step as he studies me.

“Give me the answer before tomorrow and I won’t be in office for a few days,” His phone slides into the centre of his palm, but his hand remains by his ear, his elbow resting on the arm.

Gosh! I’m feeling like a complete intruder. He sits in his chair and I sit on the top step for the longest time, just staring at each other through the glass.

Now I have no idea what to say to him. He looks like held the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

Should I leave? I know that whoever has made me fainted has probably made my life a million times more miserable.

But still I wanted to prove that he was being unreasonable with his over-the-top protectiveness, but now this just happened probably I’ve just made it one hundred percent worse.

From today, I bet Feng Teng will never ever going to let me slip out of his sight again.

As I’m contemplating my next move, he rises from his chair and starts walking towards the bottom of the stairs. Then I follow his slow climb up until he’s standing a few steps below me, looking down at me.

What is he thinking now? His expression is flicking from anger to sorrow, back and forth, and his frown line looks like it’s been set in place for a long, long while.

“If you are going to shout at me, then I’ll leave now,” I say through the dryness of my throat.

And I just want to forget about that bad thing just fallen to me and think myself unlucky this time but it wasn’t worse. In fact it could have been so much worse.

“I’ve shouted enough,” he replies, and I detect the hoarseness of his own voice.

“How do you feel?” He ask.

“Fine,” I rip my eyes away from his magnets and stare down at my bare feet.

As I’m n.a.k.e.d except for my black lacy underwear, and I feel small with him towering over me like this.

Ugh! So uncomfortable.

“Ishk?” he asks.

“Very fine,” I sound stroppy.

He lowers himself to his knees a couple of steps below me so we’re on a more equal level, but he still looks down at me. He plants his hands on the top step, either side of my body, and I glance up from my feet to look at him.

“Babe. I’m crazy mad, actually,” His voice is soft.

“I was unconscious,” I affirm sharply.

“I told you letting me know everywhere you go. I should have put more my men on you, ishk!” He curse silently.

“I’m curious as to why you think you can dictate what I do,” I challenge bravely.

“And I’m a grown and married woman. Do you expect me to live a life with you where my every move is controlled?” My voice is quiet, but firm through my dryness.

Still he has to see my point. His lips form a straight line and I can hear the cogs start whirling into action.

“Argh! You are mine only!” he grates.

“And it’s my responsible to keep my wife safe,” he says.

I drop my eyes on a sigh.

Yes, I’m his, but his objectives with regards to keeping me out of harm’s way are too ambitious.

“I heard you said you were close. Close to what?” I pull my face up.

He searches my eyes. He must know that I heard. He looked directly at me after he uttered the words.

“Nothing much,” he answers.

“Nothing much? Huh?” I can’t help sounding disbelieving.

“If they weren’t not fine me in time, you drink to deal with this f.u.c.k.i.n.g mess, right?” I grated at him.

His eyes widen.

“WATCH YOUR F.U.C.K.I.N.G WORDS LADY!” he spells out the words.

“We’re in this f.u.c.k.i.n.g mess because you went somewhere else without telling and completely defied me,” He pushes his face up close to mine.

“We would not be in this situation if you’d f.u.c.k.i.n.g always inform me whereabout of you. Understand?” He barks.

“YOU ARE RIGHT! I’m sorry then!” I spit angrily.

“I’m sorry for not telling you,” I stand up, leaving him kneeling on the stairs.

“I’m sorry if almost cause you to drown in alcohol again because of me neglected your concern! So I’m obviously bad for your health too. I’ll take you out of your misery then,” I pivot and stalk into the bedroom, physically shaking with anger.

When I heard with my own ears his confession to Assistant. If I’m not founded in time, he’ll probably have a drink and if I stay he will also probably drink.

So I’m his between the Devil and the deep blue sea.

Why can’t he see that it’s his own unreasonable expectations that are pushing him to complete madness, not me.

“Crazy mad, you!” He growl.