Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 268

I loosen my grip of his neck to show my willingness and be begins lowering me down into the car. I shift on the soft leather until my shoulder is resting against the seat and I’m facing the driver’s side.

My head falls against the seat and my eyes close of their own accord. In no time at all, the driver door shuts and Feng Teng scent invades my nose. I open my eyes and adjust my vision until I’m confronted with a pitiful eyes. I feel pitiful. I’m a hopeless, pathetic waif of a woman who has caused all of this chaos, pain and aching to him. Over. We can’t do this to each other. The thought makes my heart rate slow.

He reaches over and brushes my cheek with his knuckles.

“Stop,” he orders, wiping another tear away, but I’m not crying with hurt anymore. I’m crying in desperation.

He turns the engine over and drives slowly down the driveway, the rushed roar and madcap driving skills that I’ve fast become accustomed to, side lined for a sensible purr of the engine. He takes corners carefully, accelerates and brakes gently and flicks his eyes to me at regular intervals. I’m all weak and half awake.

I remain still and stare blankly at the profile of my handsome, troubled man and wonder whether I could be classed as troubled now too. My sanity is certainly questionable, but I’m sane enough to admit that. I was a normal, sound-minded girl. I definitely don’t qualify for that anymore.

The silence of the journey home is filled only by the humming of the car and the background sound of sorry song.

We pulls up to the building and makes his way around to my side of the car, helping me out while trying to keep me covered.

“God only knows what Mi Ke is going to think,” he mutters as he lifts before walking into the foyer.

“President Feng,” Mi Ke sounds perplexed.

The poor man has seen me drunk and carried; defiant and carried; sick and carried; tired and carried. It must be clear that I am none of the above.

“I’ve got it,” Feng Teng tries his best to sound unaffected, but I’m not sure he pulls it off.

We get into the elevator and the surrounding mirrors bounce our reflection off in every direction. Everywhere I look, I can see his disturbed face and my fragile body around him. I close my eyes and let my head go heavy on his shoulder, feeling the motions of his long, easy strides as he carries me from the elevator, through the penthouse and to the master-suite.

“Here,” He lowers me to the bed on my front.

My arms slide under the pillow and I sink my head into the softness, taking a small comforting inhale of my husband scent.

Then I feel my t-shirt from my body and jeans being pulled from my legs. A few moments later Feng Teng is lying next to me, mirroring my position. He flipping me into his embrace and no doubt hr getting the contact as he always needs.

We lay forever, just gazing across at each other. It’s comfortable. No words need to be said. I let him caress my face and I fight my eyes heaviness for a short while before he runs his thumbs over my eyes and they don’t re-open.

All of the previous day’s events come crashing into my head before my eyes open, all of the scene Feng Teng with another woman, it has all just landed with a spectacular wallop followed by a little greeting courtesy, right in my morning brain.

My eyes open and I see Feng Teng still sound asleep and in the same position as I last remember him being.

His hand is resting on my cheek, his face close to mine, his lips parted and breathing steady, peaceful breaths into my face. He looks so serene, his long lashes fanning his face, his hair its usual morning dishevelled. He has his morning stubble and his untroubled, handsome face close to mine brings a small smile to me.

Past all of his annoying, challenging ways is a deeply messed up us. I’m a huge contributing factor to this. I watch as his eyelids flicker and slowly open, blinking a few times before he focuses in on me. I can see from the ticking of his mind cogs that his pre-awake brain is being flooded with information and reminders that will bring him back up to speed with where we are and why.

It takes a few silent moments, but he eventually sighs and inches himself closer to me until we are nose to nose, him on his side and me still on my front. I don’t feel close enough. I pull my arms from under the pillow and shift myself on a few winces until I’m on my side reflecting him. His hand rests on my hip to steady me and he moves closer still, his body pressed to the front of mine, our noses touching again.

“It is possible,” I whisper through the incredible dryness of my throat.

“To understand how you feel about me, it is possible,” I state calmly.

“You refstraint yourself from drinking and sleeping with another woman to prove you love me right?” I ask.

“No, you know I love you. It just my fault for letting myself irritional and got carried away,” He says.

His eyes dart around a bit and he chews his lip as he starts shaking his head ever so faintly. His eyes fall back onto mine.

“You love me, I know,” He add.

“Yes and I need you. I need you strong and stay healthy. I need you to understand how much I love you. I need you to know that I can’t be without you either. I would die before losing you too. So please, just come to me at any situation of us facing. Not other girl. I’m your only woman,” I say.

He shakes his head.

“Babe, I know I don’t deserve you. Not after I’ve done to you. Before I met you, I’ve never had anything I’ve valued or wanted to protect. Now I have, and it’s a bizarre mixture of total happiness and complete f.u.c.k.i.n.g fear to think if someone tried to take you away from me, His eyes scan every inch of my face.

“I filled an empty existence only with the duty I hold and drink and get laid. I’ve never cared anyone feeling before. Now I’ve hurt the most precious thing in my life and I can’t cope with that,” He confess honestly.

“Sorry, I’ve turn you lto more bad way,” I states.

His frown line slips onto his forehead, but he doesn’t argue with my statement. I have made him like this.

“Babe, I crave control with you as I always have thing in my way. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I really can’t,” he say.

“I know,” I sigh.

“I know you can’t,” I move into his chest and soak up his heat.

For once, I feel like I completely understand him. He’s had an irrepressible existence a life of not caring, of unfeeling and always got in his ways only.

He doesn’t know what to do with all of this new emotion.

“I made you in feeling dirt on me, just because of my stupid and selfish,” he says into my hair.

“And you are because of me,” I affirm, harshly.

“We deal with the past. As long as I have you, the strong you, then we deal with it. It’s not your past thing that is hurting me. It’s yourself. The things you are doing now,” I’m aware of my mind pointing out that I’ve been struggling to deal with his past, but that is just raging jealously, not heart splintering pain.

I have to learn to deal with it.

Then I’m pulled from his chest. His eyes are glazed, his chin trembling.

“You’re crazy mad,” he says softly, pushing his lips to mine.

“Crazy, crazy lovely,” He mutter.

I welcome his soft lips onto mine.

“I’m crazy in love with you. Please don’t do that to yourself again. I hate thinking or seeing being touch by another woman,” I said.

He pulls back on a mild scowl.

“I’m still furious with you,” He fight back.

“I’m not very happy with you either,” I retort quietly.

“I can’t touch you,” he grumbles, kissing me again, all over my face.

“Then what things touch me now? A steel ?” I make a jokes.

He scoffs and continues covering my face with his lips.

“Not feeling dirty with me anymore?” He ask.

“I’m happy if you don’t want to touch me,” I argue.

Of course, want to have him kiss me from head to toe.

“Not a chance, wifey,” He kisses me, biting my bottom lip lightly.

“Wait,” I stop pull out from his kiss.

“What about that suited man, you recognize him right?” I ask.

“That absolutely! I’ll deal with him. So you have to distant yourself from him!” He orders,

“Well, that required a lot of things. But the first thing is that I need to talk to Xu Feng Brother about him and this incident things,” I says.

I knew I wasn’t going to like what he going to do, but I can’t see any way around this. President Gu is probably the equivalent of Xu Feng retirement fund, and I know he’s going to probably pass out with shock when I tell him that I can’t work with President Gu anymore.

Because I really can’t, and I’ve not even told Feng Teng about the text message yet. But he has just confirmed that he thinks it was President Gu in that footage too.

Oh God.

“It’s Wednesday!” I blurt, shifting a little in an attempt to get myself up.

His hands swiftly press into my shoulders, pushing me back down.

“Do you honestly think I’m letting you go anywhere?” He shakes his head.

“Listen, that’s not the only thing I’ve been thinking about,” He commences chomp on his lip.