Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 292

So mom doesn’t reply because she’s too busy smiling fondly across the table at us. My dad leaves the restaurant, and I turn my attention to my best friend. She looks terrible, her skin looking even paler than usual and her hair appearing dull.

She’s picking at some cornflakes while her boyfriend, Kevin chats buoyantly to her, seemingly oblivious to her despondent state. It’s obvious that she’s struggling with more than just a bad head and a queasy tummy. And Kevin shouldn’t be that ignorant.

My eyes leave them instead travel back across the room to my brother. He’s still staring at SiSi.

“You’ve noticed it, too?’ Feng Teng asks quietly when he’s caught the direction of my gaze.

“Yes, but I’ve been warned to mind to care only on my own business,” I answer without taking my eyes from my stubborn brother.

“Try okay, but I didn’t say that you couldn’t tell your brother to back off either,” he explains.

My eyes shoot to his sudden understanding, but he ignores my shock and stands when my mom rises from the table.

“Excuse, me. I’ll come back in a bit,” She stands up and leaves the restaurant.

I quickly remember what Feng Teng has said before my mom left the table.

“What do you by that I could be told my brother to back off?” I ask.

He then looks at me carefully as he sat down.

“No, I don’t think he needs to be told. I don’t want to upset you by doing it myself, so perhaps you should have a word with him as his sister Maybe he would listen,” He said.

Uhh, yeah. But mentioned ideas, I’ve already tried a gave him a word and that’s the reason why I was having a mental breakdown last night as after it.

“And I already full, not hungry. Please,” I confessed as I put my spoon down to the bowl.

“No, you need to eat,” He makes a play for my breakfast again, and I slap my hand over his.

“Seriously, I’m not hungry,” I press my voice with lashing of confidence.

“Please. Can we go home now?” I beg.

He shifts his hand and grips mine firmly, looking at me thoughtfully.

“Alright then. We can go home now. Let’s go,” He stands up and taking my hands.

After seeing my parents off, we say goodbye to Grandfather Feng and his relatives. And I didn’t stop or talking with my brother or even SiSi telling to tell her that I’ll call her later. I just let Feng Teng lead me to his car and he has taken me back to our home.

HOME?

Yes, now is our home where we will live together as husband and wife until old grey.

When Feng Teng gets into the parking box, I ready to open the door and step out. Just then I got yelp when I’m suddenly swept off from my feet.

“Hubby, I have can walk by my own,” I laugh but my arms constantly linking over his neck.

“But wifey, God has given me a pair arms and they were made especially to hold you only, my angel,” Then he plants a kiss on my lips and kicks the car door shut before striding into the building.

“And I’ll put you down on our bed, and I’m not letting you out until for three days coming. That’s my promise,” He said in a serious tone.

“Hahaha, crazy. But I’ll look forward anyway,” I agree, but he better be set for some hard action.

Because I’m not feeling like wanting his gentle way. My attention moves to the concierge desk when Jesse stops abruptly and his eyes widen.

My eyes widen slightly, too. Standing behind the desk with a phone to his ear is an unusual man and it’s not Mi Ke.

It most certainly is not Mi Ke. I purse my lips and grin to myself. Oh, this is going to provoke some serious possessive, trampling-like behaviour. I remain silent as I assess the situation. It doesn’t take much assessing, though.

Feng Teng is standing in the middle of the foyer, the new concierge is still speaking on the phone, and they are both staring at each other. The new concierge’s eyes fall on me, and I almost laugh when I hear a growl emanate from my husband.

Oh good Lord, this poor man is going to get trampled to within an inch of his life. So I firm up my grip on his shoulders and wait for him to take the initiative and walk on, but he’s rooted to the spot.

“Where’s Mi Ke?” he asks the new guy, disregarding his phone conversation.

Then I wriggle a little to try and free myself, but Feng Teng just flips me a glare and tightens his hold.

“Stay where you are, my dear,” He stopped me.

“No! Why so harsh?” I asked him.

“No talking allowed. Be obedient wifey,” He returns burning eyes of displeasure back to the poor, young concierge, who has since ended his call.

“Where’s Mi Ke?” Feng Teng prompts shortly.

The new concierge steps out from behind the desk, and I can’t help it when my eyes naturally run the full length of him.

He’s a cute guy with his curly hair is neatly trimmed, his eyes are happy, and his tall quite high. He’s nowhere near my husband league, but he’s still a young and a man too so that could makes him a threat too in my husband possessiveness world.

“Hello, sir. I’ll be working alongside him. And I was supposed to start my new position some time ago,” he says warily.

“But because there are some personal reasons delayed so I just got to start today,” He walks forward and puts his hand out to Feng Teng.

“Nice to meet you, sir. I’m Zi Long. So I look forward to assisting you with anything you may need sir…I’ll to try my best,” He shifts awkwardly.

Then I wriggle again to free myself, feeling like a complete idiot locked in my possessive King while the new concierge introduces himself.

He seems nervous to death and sincere enough, but still, my husband isn’t letting me down easily.

“Mr Feng,” Feng Teng says shortly, ignoring his handshakes.

“Nice to meet you, Zi Long.” I put my hand out to him, but Feng Teng steps back.

Oh, Feng Teng jealous vibes heat up. This is consequences for the loving him!

So I look at him, noting his eyes planted firmly on the young man in front of us. My husband is being ridiculous and unreasonable again.

With all might that I have, I force myself from his grip with some effort and step forward, offering my hand again.

“Welcome to Deng Tai Residence. I’m Mrs Feng,” I smile, and he takes my hand, shaking it mildly.

For sure this the little guy won’t come back if I don’t intervene. And Mi Ke has been here non-stop since the residents moved in.

So as Mi Ke got no spring chicken so he also needs the relief.

“Thank you, Madam Feng. Nice to meet you, too.” He smiles, and it’s a cute smile, but I don’t miss the cautious look that he directs over my shoulder.

“Oh, So both of you are resident in this penthouse?” He asked.

“Yes, we are. If not we won’t be able to enter,” I pull a joke on is words.

“So Madam which level both of you are?” He asks.

“The last upper floor,��� I told him.

“Oh… Wait, there’s some called came in for both of you, Sir and Madam Feng. The maintenance called to say your new front door has arrived from E country,” He informs.

“Really? That’s great, thank you, Zi Long,” I say.

“Have maintenance fit it without delay.” Feng Teng snorts.

“Already done, sir. When they were called, Uncle Mi Ke has let them come to fix it immediately, sir,” He smiles proudly, grabbing some keys from his desk and holding them up.

“This is the new key for the door, Sir,” He adds.

Then Feng Teng grabs from the little guy’s hand before virtually throwing his car keys at him.

“Go and bring the luggage up,” I’m pulled towards the elevator in an amused daze, and as I knew I would be, so I was pushed inside and then up against the mirrored wall.

“My lady, the little guy seems fancies you, my lady,” He growls.

“Hahaha…You always think everyone has fancied me. Stop being so blind, that’s just your imagination anyways,” I scowl at him.

“That is because all of them, they do. But they’re too ignorant to see that you’re only mine.” He slams his lips to mine and takes me fiercely, pushing me up the wall with the pressure of his body.

My jealous King was so cute. But I’m delighted.

Here we are. His powerful, forceful, dominant of my husband has come back, and I’m bracing myself for his wild and vicious love to make up for all the ones I’ve been missing out on for quite a bit of time.

Immediately, I throw my arms around his shoulders and tackle my comeback dominant husband with as more high-level force and this probably more.

“My hubby. I’m yours.” I pant between hard lashes of his tongue.

“My little wifey. You don’t have to reassure me because I’ve known it for a long long time ago,” His hand feels up my leg and cups me harshly, triggering hot wetness to invade me and an exciting thud to attack my core.