Spoil Me More, Dear Huaband

Six years ago Tess Baker did have the luxury of being able to sit here like this and watch him work, but now that she was sitting here, she just felt like a row of needles were sitting under her buttocks, sticking her in the face.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Whenever her eyes touched the potted cactus that stood out among the piles of papers, she couldn’t stop regretting and impulsively regretting agreeing to the senior, impulsively wanting to just take the potted plant and run.

“Not feeling well?” Bowen Carter handled the paperwork, but there was still a part of his mind on her, and it was hard not to notice when she kept moving over and over on the couch.

“Huh?” Tess Baker froze for a moment and said quickly, “No.”

It wasn’t the body that was uncomfortable, it was the heart that wasn’t convinced, but it was impossible for her to say such things to him.

Bowen Carter raised his eyebrows hesitantly, didn’t ask any more questions, and continued to work on the paperwork.

Tess Baker was really nervous and a little bored, and took out her cell phone to brush up on the news. But she couldn’t read a word of the news, and her eyes always drifted involuntarily to the pot of cactus.

It wasn’t until almost the end of the day that Bowen Carter took a look at the financial report and then gave it to her.

It was a few months before Tess Baker saw her company’s operations again, with revenue and net income tripling and tripling respectively, as well as several other hard metrics.

With The Carter Group as a backer and a man of Aron Blair’s caliber, the company accomplished what she had set out to do in the next ten years in just a few months.

Just …

“Is this finance charge not quite right?” Tess Baker looked at it twice over and still thought the finance charge was on the high side. But the question was so simple that it should have been easy for The Carter Group’s finance director to spot, as a matter of course!

But to her surprise, Bowen Carter nodded and said, unsurprised, “Hmm.”

“You knew from the start?” Tess Baker didn’t hold back and asked, he looked like he already knew where the mistake had been made. If that was the case, why had he even asked her to make the trip?

Bowen Carter squinted at her and stood up, handing her her jacket first, “Put it on.”

Tess Baker took the clothes and wanted to ask more questions, but her eyes touched the potted plant on the table and she lost her mind completely.

After she left this time, she didn’t know when she would come back the next time, what kind of excuse should she use to ask for the cactus then … Is it possible that the secret of the potted plant was discovered before she had to leave?

The mind is in turmoil.

By the time Tess Baker came back to her senses, she realized she’d followed Bowen Carter to the car, and she rubbed her inflamed brow as she asked, “Going home?”

“No.” Bowen Carter crossed halfway over to her, closed the door, and instructed the driver to drive.

The moment the smell of men’s perfume hit her, Tess Baker’s dazed mind became instantly clear and she tensed up, waiting for him to sit upright. But he braced his hands on either side of her body, stared straight at her for a long time, and then suddenly kissed her.

Lips pressed together, and he merely mouthed a mouthful before prying her teeth open and burrowing in, coming on strong.

From the moment he learned that she had sent himself a cactus, Bowen Carter wanted to do so, and held back until now in action, is the limit of his patience.

The driver saw the two kissing together in the back row in the rearview mirror and was surprised when his hand slipped and he hit the wrong steering wheel, nearly crashing into the car next to him. Luckily, the other cars didn’t dare to get close to the limousine and kept enough distance between them and it.

The ambiguous sound of kissing made the driver blush, and he took a deep breath, not looking away, not even daring to glance at the rearview mirror.

Master Carter, who usually looks quite cold-hearted, actually has such fierce moments, tsk tsk, really people can’t look like each other!

With the driver in front of her, Tess Baker felt awkward to the point of kissing in the car like this, and she braced her hands in front of him, trying to keep her face away from his kiss. Cool lips and a warm tongue landed on her white neck, and she winced involuntarily, her arms and legs going limp.

“You said you’d make it up to me.” Bowen Carter, displeased with her evasion, cupped her chin with one hand and, with a word, renewed the kiss.

Tess Baker wrinkled her brow at the thought that he had kissed other women like that, too, and a wave of annoyance and revulsion washed over her. But she pushed down these negative emotions and forced herself to wrap her arms around his neck, reluctantly but compulsively responding to his kisses a little.

Her response drove Bowen Carter wild, and he breathed heavier, kissing her a little harder, holding her waist in his hands and lowering her onto his lap to sit face to face with him.

“Don’t …” Tess Baker could feel his sword drawn through her thick clothes and she strained to avoid his kisses, “Go home and I’ll make it up to you at the end of the night. ”

She just couldn’t do it being surrounded by people doing such things.

Bowen Carter buried himself between her neck and sucked heavily, leaving an imprint that belonged to him. Only then did he slap her on the buttocks, holding her in his hands and putting her down on the seat next to him with a scowl on his face.

The car ended up parked next to a hot pot restaurant.

Tess Baker followed Bowen Carter out of the car and into the hot pot restaurant, and the moment she pushed open the booth and saw the people inside, she even thought she was seeing things.

“Linda? “She and Linda had been exchanging text messages for some time, and Linda wasn’t even willing to make a phone call to her, so she didn’t expect Linda to actually go straight back to her country!

Linda Mark couldn’t stop being happy to see her either and walked right up to her and gave her a big hug, “SURPRISE! Happy?”

“What do you say?” Tess Baker let go of her, the jumble of negative emotions that had long since dissipated at the sight of her, “Why didn’t you even tell me you were back?”

“Would it still be a surprise if I told you?” Linda Mark rolled her eyes at her.

The two women were talking to each other about their thoughts, completely forgetting that there was another person in the booth.

Bowen Carter looked at the genuine smile on Tess Baker’s face that he hadn’t seen in a long time, and while his heart was a little pleasant, it was also a little irritated. He wrinkled his eyebrows at the two men who were talking to each other, and made a very ungentlemanly and somewhat childish move –

Instead of lifting his chair, he deliberately pulled it away, its legs rubbing against the floor with a dull thud.

However, the two Tess Bakers acted as if they hadn’t heard them and continued their conversation.

Bowen Carter lowered his eyes, his long, thick lashes casting a halo of shadow across his face, his nice thin lips straining into a straight line, radiating displeasure.

The waiter knocked on the door and walked in, smiling and giving the three men their menus, waiting on the sidelines.

“Baby, how about a spicy pot as usual?” Tess Baker has been to this hot pot restaurant a few times and thinks the spicy pot here tastes pretty good.

“Half spicy pot and half tomato pot, both are good.” Linda Mark gulped, “I’ve missed hot pot the most during my time abroad!”

“I thought you said you missed me the most?” Tess Baker said helplessly.

Linda Mark took it in stride, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, the person I miss the most is you, and the food I miss the most is fondue.”

The two of them spoke to each other, sometimes saying half a sentence for the other to understand, and then smiled at each other. They took their menus and in but a few minutes ordered a bunch of dishes and meats.

Bowen Carter’s face was growing hard, but the two men ignored him.