A Flash Marriage Can Be A Treasure novel Chapter 101

Jessie quickly asks Louis in and shows him where Lily's bedroom is.

Louis carries Lily into the bedroom. When he is about to put her on the bed, he suddenly feels his arms are sticky. When he sees what it is, his face gets gloomy. He turns around and carries her to the bathroom.

Jessie follows him, "What's up, Mr. Louis?"

"She's having her period." Louis puts her in the bathtub and raises his arms. He frowns at his white shirt which is dyed red.

He washes it and says to Jessie, "Take care of her. I have to go now."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Louis."

Louis goes outside and closes the door. The sleeves of his shirts are wet and sticky, with a faint red tint on them.

He rolls up his sleeves and his firm arms are exposed.

When he takes the elevator down, Louis reminds of the chic way Lily played mahjong in Mier Chateau. He can't help smiling when she dared to make big debt with Mr. Gill.

She is good at playing mahjong, and has the gut to accept challenge.

Miss Lily, there is some position you have to take even if you don't want to.

After Meghan sends Louis back, she drives back to Water Bay. Her apartment building is a green belt across Lily’s. She makes her way to the 26th floor and walks into the house.

The two-storage apartment is well lighted - both sides of the house are decorated with French Windows. Meghan sees a man standing in front of the French window making a phone call when she comes in.

The man's back is slim and straight, leaning against the window. He doesn’t turn on the light, and he seems to be mixed into the darkness.

She takes off her shoes and walks over lightly, slipping her arms around the man from behind. Her delicate fingers unbutton his fine shirt, and stroke his powerful muscles.

As soon as her fingers touch the muscles, she is pinched at the wrist. The force is not hard, but she could not move. The man does not turn his head, but is still talking on the phone calmly.

"Well, that’s the price. Keep an eye on it..."

After he finishes the phone, John turns around and yanks the woman's hand out of his shirt. The light turns on and shines on his face, making him look pretty.

John asks, "How’s the thing going?"

"You ask about work every time I come. Can't you care about me?" Meghan forgets her elitist image and pouts her mouth, complaining like a little girl.

She leans on John and even tiptoes to kiss him. The perfume on her body fills the air, but John smiles and turns his head away to avoid her kiss.

Meghan shakes off his hand in anger and goes to the fridge for water.

"Grumpy again, ah?" John follows her, running his fingers through her hair, and says, “I'll give you a holiday when it's over."

"I don't want a holiday. I want you to be good to me!" Meghan stares at him angrily and says, "I am your fiancée, but why don’t you take me out? Do you hate me, Colbert?"

John smiles softly and kisses her cheek. "How could I hate you? I always respect you just because you are my fiancée, and we have so many things to do in Britain. I'm afraid you will be too busy."

"Really?

John's eyes are warm. "Don't you trust me?" he asks.