Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 306

With the encouragement from my best friend and her reassuring look, I walk over to her while pulling the hem of my dress down, and stupidly or not, in one last act of defiance, I grab the bottle wine that she brought along with her and then I gulp it down the lot.

“Wei Wei!” She tries to stop me, but I’m on a mission now.

“See you later. SiSi,” I say as I grab my clutch from her other hand and turn towards my raging husband.

His lip is curled in warning, but I couldn’t care less.

Everything he has done tonight is playing on repeat in my head and with each replay, I’m getting angrier.

“Don’t you dare follow me. Stay put at your stand!” I warning at him.

He looks down at me, the fury in his expression more than evident. But I hope my displeasure is obvious, too, but just in case it’s not so I throw him a disgusted look before I walk past him and use all of my energy and concentration remind in my thought not to stagger.

And I shouldn’t have to get drunk just because of that wine, for more reasons than one.

I haphazardly step into the road to hail a cab, but I don’t even get my arm in the air.

“My lady! Don’t you dare step out into those f**king road!” he growls before lifting me over his shoulder.

“Gosh! You stupid woman!” He snarls.

“F.u.c.k.i.n.g hell bastard!” I yell as I was taken from the road and got fly back to the pavement.

“Put me down!” I scream in full of my volume.

“No!: He growls back at me.

“Feng Teng! You’re hurting me!” I scream at him.

Then I’m immediately got lowered gently and instantly have his concerned eyes running all over my body.

“You’re hurt, babe? Where? Where?” He asks frantically worried in his eyes.

I smack my palm on my chest.

“HERE! Just here!” I scream in his face.

He recoils, but then performs the same little rendition, thumping his chest over his blood-stained shirt.

“Welcome to here painful f**king club, woman!” he roars as smack his palm onto his chest back.

I flinch at the sound level of his voice before turning on my slightly drunken heels and storming off.

“My car is this way,” he shouts from behind me.

Abruptly, I stop and carefully carry out an about turn before marching back in the other direction.

Gosh!

There is little point in trying to get away from my freaking powerful husband here. As I’m getting tipsy, and he determined to get me back home.

HOME?

Yes, Our home. Our love place which my stumble me down in second.

“My wifey, listen. I don’t like your dress tonight,” I hear him snarl from behind me.

“Do I care?” I counter, walking on.

“And do I need you to care?” He catches up with me.

And it’s not hard for him, plus with I’m drunk and in heels state right now. He probably could catch up with me easily.

So I stop my walk and turn to face him.

“Because I knew you wouldn’t care less about me!” I shout, drawing a little attention from passers-by.

“Yes. You’re right!” he yells back at me.

“WOW! Good then! Is that the only reason you’re pissed with me, or is it because I’m drunk, or is it because I kissed another man?” I counter him.

“All of the above but kissing another man get the f**king gold!” He’s shaking with anger.

I know that I’ve pulled out his raging string again.

“Ha.Ha.Ha! Then you could freely get your hand on another woman’s arse! Like that?” I scowl at him.

“Gosh! Woman!”I know!’ He glares at me, and I glare right back.

“Why? Why? Why?!” I scream at him frantically.

“Are getting bored with keeping it for just one woman?” I screech, and then tense, looking around to see who has heard my little outburst.

I’m relieved to see our friends have all escaped the scene so I could have chosen to rebuke him on his possessiveness or jealousy but no, I pick his past playboy history.

He narrows his dark eyes on me, his lips forming a straight line.

” You the one f**king asked for it, woman!” He roars.

“Me? How?” I yell back at him ridiculously,

“You left me after a day our wedding, woman! And you’ve promised me that you would never leave me!”

We stand opposite each other, staring each other down like a pair of circling wolves, neither one of us backing down. We both have cause for grievance.

Of course, mine is the stronger argument, but I’m not prepared to stand in the middle of the street all night, just to prove a point.

And I’m not as stubborn as he is.

“That’s because of that. You shouldn’t have taken it upon yourself to decide my future and force me to accept it,” I say more calmly and carry on towards the car, staggering slightly towards the kerb.

Gosh! I’ve no idea where his car got parked, but I’ve no doubt some directions will be barked at me soon enough.

“Lady! You’re a f**king pain in the arse.” he snaps.

“That’s because I was thinking about our future much more than you did. Babe,” He scoops me up from behind and carries me in his arms.

“Hey! Put me down. I have my own feet,” I complain weakly.

My meagre attempt to wriggle free is quite pathetic.

“NO! I’m not putting you down, lady. You aren’t going anywhere this time,” He states firmly and determined.

Gosh! I was so tired of handling him now. So I give in as my body getting weak, my mind even got weaker and my throat sore and raspy from too much shouting.

I let him carry me to the car and placed me in the passenger seat, not even kicking up a stink when he leans over to buckle me in.

He mumbles incoherently as he pulls the hem of my dress down before he slams the door. And I’m still aware of him getting in the car beside me after and I’m vaguely aware of the pleasant sounds of My Love from Lee Hom singing. And as all my mental got exhaustion from overwhelms me and I no longer can find any energy left to yell or arguing with him.

My forehead got hits the passenger window abruptly and I stare blankly at the bright lights of the street by night, flashing past the window.

“Oh, dear! Madam!” Then I hear Mi Ke disapproving tone as I come round again, got held up and down in time to with my great husband strides.

“Should I get the elevator for you, President Feng?” Mi Ke calls up.

“No, thanks. I’ve got it.” Feng Teng voice then vibrates through me.

“Gosh! This dress is f.u.c.k.i.n.g ridiculous. Never you dare ever wear it again!” he mumbles as he calls for the lift and steps in when it opens immediately.

So I come to in his arms and then wriggle to free myself but I seem to have dropped a stage of drunkenness and gone from drunk and defiant to simply difficult.

“Stop. I can walk… by… myself!” I snap.

He scoffs and lowers me to my feet, but only because there’s nowhere for me to escape and there are no cars that I can walk in front of.

When the elevator door opens, and I’m the first one to exit whilst fishing around in my clutch for my keys. Then I find them remarkably quickly to considering my disorientated hands, but getting the right one password lock is another matter, entirely.

So I close one eye to try and focus as I slowly guide my finger to the number button on the screen. Then I hear him grumbling under his breath behind me, but I ignore him and carry on trying to key in the password.

Gosh! He must get fed up of waiting so there is suddenly a gentle hand wrapped around my wrist, holding it steady and pin in the password it to the lock screen successfully.

When the door got opens, I kick in my shoes off and trample through the colossal open space, taking the stairs carefully. When I reach the top, I don’t go to the master suite, instead of taking a right and letting myself into my favourite guest room.

So I collapse in the bed fully dressed and without taking my make-up off, a clear indication of thorough exhaustion and drunkenness. And I don’t let it concern me for long, though.

My eyes close of their own accord, and I feel myself slipping into a drunken slumber.

“My lady. Let’s get rid of that dress of from your body first,” He scolds at me.

Then I feel my dress being peeled from my body. And I’m half asleep but I know I’m still slightly drunk and my eyes are semi stuck together with mascara.

“Hey. Wait, are you trying to cut it to pieces?” I mumble irritably.

“No,” he says calmly, his strong, familiar arms wrapping around me and lifting me from the bed.

“I won’t be talking to you, wifey,” he whispers.

“But I want to be talking to you only on our bed.” My arms automatically reach up and around him to hold on, and my face buries in his neck.

Though I might be a little drunk and massively pissed off, I recognise my favourite place.

He lowers me to bed and a few moments later, he’s laying the full length of my back and pulling me into his chest.

“My babe..” he whispers in my ear.

“Hmm….yes,” I answer in half asleep.

“Do you know that you have made me crazy, lady?” He asks.

“Crazy what? Tsk… In love?” I mumble sleepily.

Then I feel him squeeze me closer to him.

“Exactly too!” He declares as he on my mission swallowing me up hungrily.