Chapter 25 She Doesn't Seem to Dislike Him as Much
Deeply staring at her, Vincenzo hesitated for a moment before accepting two sparklers. The flickering flames reflected on her small face.
Even though her eyes were red from crying, there was a hint of curvature that formed a beautiful loneliness.
*Why is she crying again?*
She turned around, holding the sparkler and writing wrote something in the air. The trails of smoke gradually dissipated. Vincenzo frowned. "What are you writing?"
*I’m **W**w**riting 'happy birthday.'*
Lilian turned back and smiled at him, saying, "I'm writing 'thank you'."
Even though she hated Vincenzo so much, she couldn't help but feel moved when he appeared at the kindergarten.
*Could it be that she hasn't been cared for in a long time?*
*It seemed like... she didn't dislike him as much anymore.*
"Thank you' has that manyso few strokes?" Vincenzo asked with a scornful face, clearly not believing it, but a smile involuntarily formed at the corner of his lips.
*Thanking him.*
It felt good to hear those words from the mouth of the rich young lady who gave him tissues that day.
"Um..." Lilian couldn't think of an explanation. The sparkler in her hand extinguished, and the fireworks burned out, leaving their surroundings pitch-black again.
Vincenzo continued to stare down at her, his gaze deep.
Vincenzo continued to stare down at her, his gaze deep.
It made her feel uncomfortable.
"Should we go back now?" Lilian asked, suddenly remembering that he had driven from his homeCity C."
The car ride took a long time, and Lilian couldn't help but say, "I have learnedknow how to drive, let me drive." As she spoke, Lilian went to open the driver's door, but her arm was held by someone.
Vincenzo stood behind her, pressing his chest against her, one hand dominantly holding her down, his face slightly lowered as he approached her, biting her earlobe, his magnetic voice carrying a hint of ambiguity, "Lilian, are you worried about me?"
"..."
Today was really strange, his voice made her heart skip a beat for no reason. Lilian blushed and touched her ear, pretending to be serious, she said, "I'm afraid that if you drive for a long time, you might get into an accident. I cherish my life."
Vincenzo's smiling face instantly froze, and he pressed her against the car, his hand touching her through her shirt, his tone somewhat annoyed, "Lilian, appropriatinge sweet talk is a mistress's role."
...
Being Vincenzo's mistress really came with a lot of obligations.
"Do mistresses have rules to follow? Show them to me." Lilian smiled mischievously and said, pressing her body against the cold car, feeling the chill.
"I'll give them to you." Vincenzo kissed her earlobe as he spoke, only satisfied when she trembled slightly in his arms, raising his eyebrow.
Within a month, he would definitely conquer her.
Lilian struggled against his harassment and said, "Stop playing around, let's go back."
"We're not going back to C cityhome right now. , wWe'll stay at a hotel for one night." Vincenzo ambiguously patted her petite buttocks.
*He had driven for three hours to get here and* *the* *return would take just as long... how could he* *bear it?*
"Oh."
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Vincenzo was a domineering king who did not change his mind easily. Following the navigation system's instructions, he drove straight to a luxury hotel and booked theira presidential suite.
Seeing that Lilian had yet to get out of the car, Vincenzo frowned, opened the car door, and looked at the woman huddled up in the passenger seat. "Are you going to get out by yourself, or should I drag you out?"
...
*Was this man blind? *
"How can I enter the hotel dressed like this?" Lilian tugged at the men's shirt she was wearing. If she walked in like this, she would be laughed at to death. Her face skin wasn't thick enough for that.
"Do you have to make things complicated?" Vincenzo snorted coldly, and reached out to pull her out, carrying her and walking towards the hotel.
Chapter 29: Appropriate sweet talk is a lover's duty
"Vincenzo, are you crazy!" Lilian yelled anxiously, struggling to get down.
"If you move again, I'll drop you." Vincenzo had already stepped into the magnificent hotel, all the people at the front desk were looking over, and the two hotel managers walked up to them.
"Sir, this way please."
Lilian didn't dare to move and hurriedly hid her face in his arms. Vincenzo's low laughter reverberated through his chest, especially powerful.
*How dare this man mock her! *
"The room is ready, sir." The hotel manager opened the door to the presidential suite.
"My woman doesn't like it when others introduce suites." Vincenzo said while holding Lilian, his tone clearly suggested that he was in control, topped with a mocking smile.
With a mocking smile.
The two managers looked at each other and said answered promptly, "Yes. If the gentleman and lady need anything, please call the front desk and we will come immediately."
Vincenzo nodded faintly.
*Lady?*
*Hell, **she **did they think she **was his wife**?**.*
"By the way, sir and lady, if you need, our hotel can also prepare a superior themed room themed room formeal for both of you."
*"..." **Did the service have to be this good?*
"Prepare dinner for us." Vincenzo chuckled lowly and carried Lilian into the room.
Lilian quickly jumped out of his arms, hastily closing the two golden doors and muttering softly, "Has hotel service become this good?"
*Staying at a hotel and still being introduced to rooms? And a detailed introduction of themed rooms?*
Just thinking about being carried by Vincenzo with two hotel managers watching the whole way, she felt so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a tunnel and jump in.
"This is the Presidential Suite." Vincenzo walked straight to the liquor cabinet, opened a bottle of red wine and poured it into a glass, raising it to Lilian. "Come, have a drink."
"I don't drink."
"For warmth."
"..."
Lilian hesitated for a moment and then walked over to take a sip. After being blown by the night wind today, she might catch a cold, so drinking some wine to warm up wouldn't hurt.
A bittersweet taste lingered on her palate.