Fall in Love After the Flash Marriage

Chapter 109 I Am the Hostess

Sky’s reply triggers an invisible war between them. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jenny frowns slightly.

Sky seems to have just said something usual. After that, she turns her head and continues to talk to

Luke.

Jenny feels a little depressed, and her footsteps become heavy as she turns to the kitchen.

While Harley is helping her to wash the fruit, she asks, “Jenny, does Miss Song know Mr. Lu since they

were children? I’ve heard people say that she has well career in foreign countries, and now why does

she come back?”

“After all, the domestic market is bigger.”

Jenny answers casually.

“Really, I thought it would be better to be able to go abroad. So, in fact, it’s better to be in China, right?

Then you’re awesome!”

“No, it’s just that our country has larger population, so the market is bigger. As for career development,

there are good opportunities in foreign countries . In terms of film and television production or songs,

they are way better than that in China...”

“So she comes back to make money?”

Harley mutters, “but she seemingly is not short of money.”

That reminds Jenny.

Obviously, Sky is not short of money. Although no one would refuse to have more money, people like

her working in the entertainment industry who are not going to devote themselves to this career would

prefer the pursuit of comfort to the pursuit.

So what is she coming back for?

“Jenny, it’s so late now. Is Miss Song not going to leave tonight?”

Jenny is stunned.

It seems like Sky is not going to leave.

“It’s so late. I think so. Please prepare a guestroom for her. And I can do the washing”

She takes the grape from Harley and let her prepare the guestroom.

Even if she doesn’t leave, there are so many guestrooms in the house for her. Jenny doesn’t care

where she sleeps, as long as it’s not Luke’s room.

Harley blinks as she leaves, “OK, I’m going to get ready. What about the one on the far left on the

second floor?”

Flower House is very large. There are three stairs to the second floor. On the second floor, there are six

guestrooms and one master bedroom. The guestroom Harley mentioned is the one farthest away from

the master bedroom.

Jenny doesn’t know if Harley is on purpose.

“Is it too far?” Jenny hesitates.

“Of course not. It has the best sunshine and balcony. Beside the master bedroom, it is the biggest one.

Miss Song should stay over in this room, right?”

It seems to be true.

Jenny nods and tries to convince herself.

Jenny goes to the living room with fruit, sits down and chats with them for a while.

Actually it is to listen Sky’s solo of telling their stories when they were children. Luke holds a financial

newspaper in his hand. It seems that he is not listening carefully. Facing such an audience, it is

admirable for Sky to keep talking.

As Harley expected, when the conversation is almost over, Sky looks at the valuable watch on her arm

with surprise and says, “oh, it’s so late now.”

Jenny does not say anything, just glances at Luke.

He puts down the newspaper in his hand, stands up and smooths down his trousers, and says lightly,

“then stay here and let the servant clean up a guestroom for you.”

Pretending to be polite or not, Sky looks at Jenny with a deliberately and asks, “do you mind?”

“Of course not. It’s not convenient to go back to your place so late. I’ve asked Harley to clean up a

guestroom for you. The one has better air and is comfortable to stay in.”

Jenny looks like a hostess.

Round two, Jenny wins.

When they are going to go upstairs, Sky is originally following Luke, and Jenny doesn’t say anything.

Harley is very clever. Standing on the second floor, she calls out to Sky, “Miss Song, your room is here.

It’s closer from this stairs.”

Sky stops, with her delicate hands still holding on the handrail, and she smiles stiffly, “are all the rooms

here occupied? I don't dare to stay over alone here.”

“Miss Song, the room here can get the sunshine in the morning and the ventilation is the best. There is

no one to live there all year round. And they smell bad. You are a guest. Naturally, you should stay in

the best room.”

Seeing that Harley doesn’t take her cue, Sky is upset and turns to Luke for help, “Luke, you know,

I’m...”

Jenny also looks at Luke. She doesn’t know why. Even if Sky stays over next door, she doesn’t mind.

Anyway, they are not stay in the same room. She just wants to see Luke’s attitude.”

“They are right. Harley lives downstairs. You can call her if anything happened.”

Luke’s cold voice echos slightly in the living room.

Sky’s coquettish face freezes in an instant.

Jenny lowers her head and tries her best not to laugh.

There is no idea about whether it is Luke who is lack a sense of romance, or Sky’s intention is too

obscure. In short, Sky turns around unpleasantly and goes to the other stairs.

Jenny follows Luke up the stairs into the bedroom keeping her head down.

Sky stands at the door of the guestroom. Her eyesight crosses the huge house and lands at the door of

the master bedroom on the other side. The scene of them entering the room together hurts her, and

she secretly clenches her teeth.

Is Jenny pregnant? Sky sneers.

On the other side, Jenny enters the room, lingers to get bath towel and pajamas and goes to the

bathroom to take a bath. Originally, she wants to talk about her pregnancy, but she thinks that she

should take a bath first because of her smelly sweat. Thus she decides to go to the bathroom now.

When she comes out, Luke looks like he has already taken a bath. He is lying on the bed in his

pajamas. A corner of the quilt is lifted up and put on his abdomen. The buttons of his pajamas are

loosely buttoned on his chest, revealing his strong chest muscles.

He may has taken a shower in the next guestroom.

Maybe he is very tired. Luke leans on the bed with eyes closed. The book in his hands is on his chest

which has been turned to the last two pages. He is about to finish reading.

While wiping her hair, Jenny takes a close look at it. Its language doesn’t look like English or Chinese.

It seems like Arabic. But she did so bad in her foreign language elective course that she can’t figure out

the meaning after watching it for a long time.

It may be a financial book, she thinks.

“Don’t you dry your hair before but you slide into the bed?”

Hearing a tired hoarse voice, she stops.

She looks at the man who has just opened eyes in amazement and says, “I thought you are asleep.”

“So you sleep like that if I am asleep?”

Luke looks a little angry, as if to examine her up and down like a scan.

Jenny tries to keep a smile, but her face is stiff, “come on, it’s okay if I don’t want to dry hair

occasionally, right?”