You Owe Me, My Love novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292 Staying With You

The kiss was like an irreversible bullet fired from a shotgun.

Their breaths grew heavy as they came together like sea and sand, like fire and ice, like the sun and the moon.

They forgot who they were and the situation they were in, immersing themselves in each other.

Mingchen pressed Bai Rong against the seat as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Mingchen’s subordinate Zhong, sensing that something was off, glanced in the car mirror to check on the backseat passengers.

Noticing his gaze, Mingchen reprimanded, “Do you want to get your eyes gouged out? Keep your eyes on the road.”

Zhong nearly jumped out of his skin and whipped back around, knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.

Mingchen closed the curtains of the car window on the right side, adjusting his sitting position and maneuvering Bai Rong into his lap with one hand before drawing back the curtains of the car window on the left side.

Never in Zhong’s wildest dreams did he imagine that the ascetic, stoic chief was capable of being in such a frenzied state.

Although he kept his eyes trained on the road, his ears still picked up on the offending noises coming from behind him.

The insistent, mellow sounds that came out of their mouths created an erotic melody that made even his heart race.

Zhong took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in his throat. Although he had trained himself to have a will of steel, he desperately wished for nothing more than to be with his wife at this very moment.

Bai Rong circled her arms around Mingchen’s neck lazily, tugging him nearer to her and resting her chin on his shoulder.

She knew that what they were doing was wrong, but the drugs in her system had completely overwhelmed her rationality, like a parched man in the desert dying for a drop of water.

She had no intention of letting go even after he came once, still unsatisfied and needy. There was a growing feeling of hate towards herself for acting so shamelessly, even as she leaned forward to kiss his ear.

Why am I like this?

What went wrong?

She turned her face away from him, clenching her fists.

But Mingchen grabbed ahold of her chin and made her look right at him.

Her eyes were watery and glazed over with lust, eyelids lowered in embarrassment that contrasted starkly to how tightly she was holding onto him.

“Do you want more?” Mingchen asked knowingly.

He had a suspicion that this was all happening because of the herbal tea they had drunk.

He had stopped drinking it after a few sips when he started feeling a strange sense of intense desire burn within him, but Bai Rong had finished an entire glass of the tea.

Leaning on his shoulder, Bai Rong mumbled, “It hurts.”

Her voice sounded soft and pleading, even to her own ears.

“Zhong, head back to the hotel,” Mingchen instructed.

“Yes, sir.” Zhong cleared his throat.

Bai Rong felt so humiliated that she wished a hole could randomly open up and swallow her whole. Even though no one else could see them like this from the outside, Zhong was still in the car with them. If this was any other day, she would rather die than do something like this.

Mingchen made her lie down on the car seat.

The fever still consuming her from the inside out and she unconsciously pushed his hand away, but to no avail. After about ten minutes, she was completely drained of energy and the effects of the drug slowly ebbed away.

But Mingchen still chose to take her.

After arriving at the hotel, he carried her bridal style all the way up to his room and onto the bed, where she lay motionless…

“Boss, the pigeon has brought its prey back to the nest,” reported Lu Xingzhou’s subordinate.

A sinister smile tugged at Lu Xingzhou’s lips. “Move out.”

The reporter, using a stolen room key, surreptitiously opened the door to Mingchen’s presidential suite.