Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Over her bump

Gabriel picked up the phone and saw a missed call from Louis. He had his one hand on the knot of the towel, which hung around his waist while holding the phone tightly on his ear.

"Good morning, Prince Gabriel," Louis greeted from the other side.

"Good morning. Did you find out?" Gabriel asked.

"Yes, I did," Louis replied.

"So, what does that mean?" Gabriel inquired.

"Nothing," Louis replied. "The witch mentioned that it’s just an ordinary tattoo," he lied plainly in a tone that it would be difficult to have an ounce of mistrust on him.

"I see. Thank you for effort. Let’s meet after I will return to San Ravendale," Gabriel said.

"Sure," Louis replied, didn’t pry further about where he was.

As the call ended, Gabriel called Karmen right away. Without waiting for any formal greetings he ordered, "Keep an eye on Louis and find out who has met in the past few days."

"Sure, but why do you look so charged up? Are you alright? By the way, how’s your honeymoon going on?" Karmen teased in the end.

"I’m not charged up. It’s going wonderful so far," Gabriel said. Before he could speak further, Amelie’s arms wrapped around him and her face rested on his back.

"I’ll call you later," Gabriel hung it up and let the phone settle on the table. He turned around while holding Amelie’s wrists as their eyes locked.

"I felt to hug you from behind," she whispered, her cheeks had turned slightly red. "Who was on the phone?" Curiosity lingered in her eyes as she waited for the response.

But what surprised her was his next move. He suddenly cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her, not hungrily. He gave her a moment before his fingers found their ways in her damp locks and pulled her closer.

His mouth moved against hers with growing hunger, like a man starved, tasting his first morning meal. His other hand moved slowly from her shoulder to her waist, then the hip.

Amelie responded to his kisses as fervently as she could. Her hands rested against his firm chest, feeling how warm he was. A stifling moan escaped her mouth when he gave a gentle squeeze to her hip, drawing her closer.

She could feel his hard manhood touching her belly.

"Gabriel, you–" Amelie pulled away from the kiss, breathing hard, but her words ceased in her throat as he captured her mouth again. She was lifted in the air before he placed her on the table.

His mouth moved down to her jawline, peperring kisses while his fingers remained threaded in her hair.

"Mmph..." Amelie bit her bottom lip, her breathing turning heavier with every ministration.

"I just had a shower," she reminded him with a quivering voice.

"I’ll give you another one," he murmured, and without hesitation, untied the knot of her bathrobe.

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