bigabreads Chapter 1270 - 1269: You Kissed Me in Several Places Just Now
Chapter 1270 - 1269: You Kissed Me in Several Places Just Now
Ignatius Leclair’s extreme PDA behavior is driving the fans in the veggie circle crazy, especially after posting this CEO-style tweet, which led the company’s legal team to actually start sending out legal letters.
There was a commotion in the veggie circle, and under the tweet, it was all cheering fans giving Ignatius lots of support, finally acknowledging his status. After all, without some serious chops, how could he wed their goddess?
While looking at Ignatius Leclair’s tweets and reading the fans’ comments, Leah gritted her teeth and asked Richard Shaw, "You really grew up wearing the same pants as that shameless Ignatius, didn’t you?"
"Poor choice of friends," the man replied in a deep voice. Old Ignatius becomes inhuman when he’s crazy, both quietly charming and proudly aloof, strong yet gentle, eccentric, and he’s used every trick for a life of happiness. But the man finds nothing wrong with that.
If it were him and his partner was Leah, he’d do the same. Richard Shaw glanced at the hotel ahead, his gaze deepening, and he changed lanes to drive into the underground parking lot. The hotel Leah had booked earlier hadn’t been checked out, so he still had the room card.
The man parked the car smoothly, then opened the door, looking at Leah who was still engrossed in scrolling through Ignatius’ tweets, and said in a cold, low voice, "You didn’t pack your stuff from the hotel earlier. We need to get the luggage first."
"Oh." Leah nodded, not realizing the danger looming close, as she got out of the car, flipping through Ignatius’ tweets, finding that he really does flaunt his relationship every day. Each day he posts a tweet, like: "London is foggy. Morning tea with wifey, holding hands so we don’t get lost," accompanied by a picture of them holding hands.
Or, "Wifey’s on the second-floor balcony reading, I’m planting flowers in the yard, and I can see her perfect profile with just a glance." The picture is an artsy and fresh shot of Delphine reading leisurely.
Delphine’s own Twitter hasn’t updated in ages, so fans eager to get news about their idol rushed to the ’husband-to-be’ Ignatius Leclair’s twitter, guessing each day how Ignatius would creatively show off his affection.
Ignatius Leclair had turned his business mogul’s Twitter into a "showing off my wife" account.
The more Leah looked, the more annoyed she became. Hah, what a dog.
Richard Shaw reached out to hold her hand and said irritably, "What’s so great about Ignatius’ Twitter? I also have Twitter."
"You only have like 10 followers, right?" Leah said dismissively. "Looks like a secondary account to me."
Richard Shaw’s Twitter indeed only had 10 followers, three of which were followed by them three, the rest were random passerby followers. After all, there was nothing posted on it, no information, and the name was quite childish.
The handsome man’s expression darkened slightly. Hmm, looks like it needs to be verified. Having just ten followers is quite embarrassing.
The man wasn’t angry; he held her hand and led her into the elevator, all the way up to the 25th floor, then entered the password and closed the door. The desires he had been suppressing surged like a tidal wave. He clasped Leah’s slender waist, pinning her between his body and the wall, and said in a deep and dangerous tone, "Just now in the car, you kissed me several times."
"So?" Leah asked, a bit dazed as she raised her head to look at the handsome face pressing close to her, asking dumbly.
"So, I need to kiss you back," the man’s eyes slightly reddened, he said deliberately and slowly, then he directly kissed her, capturing her completely.