After rejecting my celebrity husband novel Chapter 1977

Chapter 1977: Chapter 1981: Seemingly Driven to Madness

Inside the villa.

Luo Ke escorted Luo Xiaoqian to the door of her bedroom on the second floor.

"Or, perhaps we could take a walk by the seaside..." Luo Ke suggested from behind her.

"I’m a bit tired, not really in the mood." Luo Xiaoqian turned on the light, apologetically replying, "I just... want to think it over..."

"Alright then." Luo Ke shrugged with a smile, "If you need anything, just ask the maid to get me, and my door will always be open to you."

"Okay, thank you."

Luo Ke looked at her expectantly, "May I have a goodnight kiss?!"

Luo Xiaoqian stood awkwardly, lowering her face, "Luo Ke, I... I’m not used to kissing strangers... I mean... I’m not saying you’re a stranger, it’s just that..."

Luo Ke watched her adorable nervousness and just chuckled.

His Sissi, truly adorable.

Raising her hand gently, Luo Ke lifted her palm like a gentleman, "Then, may I kiss your hand, Miss Sissi?!"

Luo Xiaoqian, unable to refuse him again, nodded slightly.

Bringing her hand to his lips, Luo Ke gently kissed the back of her hand, his dark green eyes filled with affection as they rested on her face.

"I won’t force you, I’ll wait for the day you fall in love with me again, Sissi, goodnight!"

"Goodnight." Luo Xiaoqian gave him a slight smile.

Stepping back, Luo Ke turned and headed upstairs.

Watching him go downstairs, Luo Xiaoqian finally closed the door, glancing at the faint mark left on her hand where he had kissed. She turned and went to the bathroom, turning on the faucet to wash her hands.

Even though he always said they used to be very much in love, deep down, Luo Xiaoqian had a subconscious resistance to Luo Ke’s closeness, something she hadn’t even realized herself.

...

"Without my permission, you’re not allowed to take it off, not even when bathing!"

...

In her mind, a domineering voice suddenly echoed, along with fragmented flashes of memories like light and shadow.

Luo Xiaoqian stared at the key in her hand, trying to catch those clues, when the bathroom door was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

She turned around in shock, seeing a tall figure in black workwear standing outside the door, looking at her. His face was covered with a black mask, revealing only a pair of deep, night-like eyes filled with surprise.

Such a gaze was like a pearl diver discovering a large lost pearl at the bottom of the ocean, or a passerby finding a very important belonging long lost, thrilled to the point of madness.

...

Good afternoon.