My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner novel Chapter 36

Sylvie was anxious that his buckle could not be untied, so she pulled him, "Come over a little bit, let me study on it, I failed to untie it.”

A low, magnetic voice was from overhead. “Slow down, what's about your hurry?”

Sylvie froze, looked up to him and then found their posture was ambiguous.

She sat on the bed. He knelt down looking down at her, and her hand tugged his belt...

Sylvie instantly let it go, lied on the bed and looked around.

Kieran supported himself with two big hands at her side, enveloped her in his arms, "See what, huh?"

"Let me see if there are any signs of a woman in your room, and if this bed is clean."

Kieran pressed his lips in displease, "You have to talk to me about this topic. You asked me to go out and find another woman, I didn’t mention it, but it doesn't mean I'm not angry anymore."

He didn't know what was wrong with her. She was fine before he went on a business trip. After he came back from a business trip, she repeatedly asked him to find another woman.

His presidential suite was clean, and there was no sign of a woman. His overcoat hung on a hanger, showing that he had been staying there for the last two days.

"You've been staying here for the last two days?” Sylvie asked.

Kieran looked at her, "Yes, I had a bad mood, so I came here to play cards for two days."

Sylvie found his long and narrow eyes dyed with red color. It seemed that it was indeed he had not been asleep for two days. Now he could have a better sleep, but he needed to hug her to sleep.

That day he slammed the door and went to live here. 1949 Bar was the property of the Holland family, so Felix proposed to play cards.

He was in a bad mood. Apart from dealing with documents, he smoked cigarettes and played cards.

Sylvie, whose long and slender feathers quiver, wanted to speak, but when words came to the mouth, she didn’t know what to say.

At this moment, Kieran raised his hand and was to take off her veil.

Sylvie quickly grasped his big hand, "What are you doing? You have seen it."

"Just now it was too fast, I didn't see it clearly. Let me have another look, ok?"

Sylvie shook her head, "No."

Kieran did not force her. Now she lied on his bed, with her black hair scattered in the white pillow, looking charming. He looked down and gently kissed her forehead.

Sylvie raised her hand to pull his sleeve and did not refuse it.

Kieran held a tentative attitude. Seeing that she did not resist his intimacy, he went down to kiss her eyes, nose...

At this time, Sylvie's hand put onto the buckle on his fine waist. Just now she failed to untie it for a long while. She said in a sweet voice, “This can’t be untied."

Kieran rolled throat, "Easy."

He undid the buckle himself. He was not as calm as usual but in hurry and pulled out his black shirt.

Kieran continued to bend over, and then the laughter of Sylvie was sounded.

She laughed happily.

Kieran realized that he had been fooled. He let her untie the buckle, but now he untied it on his own.

Kieran put his hand on her fair shoulders to stop her from laughing. "Fool me, huh? In the way seducing me."

Sylvie stopped laughing, raised her delicate eyebrows. Her eyes were watery and bright, and then she pulled his big hand and put it on her flat abdomen.