You Owe Me, My Love

You Owe Me, My Love 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. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

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.

The sight of Mingchen sitting in front of a laptop working while Zhong stood beside him made him do a double-take.

What? This isn’t the adult film scene I’d imagined.

Zhong’s sharp gaze darted to the intruder.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” he demanded.

“Oh, I’m from The Jadeborough Daily,” the reporter grinned, reciting his memorized lines. “I’m here for an interview with Ms. Bai. Is she in?”

“She was never supposed to be at this presidential suite, so how did you know that she’s here?” Zhong’s eyes narrowed.

“I was waiting at the entrance and saw you guys carry her in,” explained the reporter, whose face paled slightly.

“If you knew that she was carried in, then you should have known that she’s in no condition to be interviewed.”

“Okay, then I’ll come back at a later time.” The reporter turned on his heel and made to flee.

“Wait,” Mingchen called out.

Chills ran up the reporter’s spine as he froze in his tracks, slowly turning around. Mingchen was towering over him and cornering him against the door as he told Zhong, “Call the police. The Jadeborough Daily, was it?”

“Yes, sir.” Zhong picked up the phone.

His plans now foiled, the reporter tried to make a break for it.

Mingchen simply reached out and threw the reporter onto the ground, who instantly pulled out a gun and aimed it at him.

The reporter fired, and Mingchen ducked to avoid the bullet.

Bang!

Bai Rong was jolted awake from her sleep, falling down from the bed while still tangled in the covers. Running for the door, she threw it open and saw the reporter laying on the ground.

The reporter spotted Bai Rong and swiftly aimed his gun at her, pulling the trigger.

Fortunately, Mingchen had predicted his movements and bolted forward to slam the hotel door shut.

The fired bullet lodged itself in the door.

“Get back in!” Mingchen yelled at Bai Rong.

Worried for Mingchen’s safety, she instead opted to rush to his side, gripping his arm tightly as she told him firmly, “I’m staying with you.”

His gaze softened as he looked down at her.

The simple phrase of “I’m staying with you” was far superior to any sweet, sugary words of affection that anyone else could ever offer.

He pulled her to crouch behind a sofa, one hand pressing on the back of her neck. “Get down.”

Bai Rong had a sudden sense of deja vu.

Memories flashed through her mind of how Mingchen had protected her just like this when they first met, the display of masculinity warming her cold heart back then.

If she was going to die protecting him today, that was fine by her.

Mingchen had intended on catching the reporter, but he felt apprehensive facing the threat head-on due to Bai Rong’s presence in the room.

Subtly signaling to Zhong, his subordinate opened the hotel door to check if the reporter was gone, giving Mingchen a thumbs up to show that the coast was clear.

But Mingchen refused to let his guard down, getting up and walking over to check for himself. After confirming that no one was outside, he returned to Bai Rong and helped her to her feet.

“Who was that? Why did he want to kill you?” Bai Rong asked, worried.

Instantly realizing that she might have accidentally touched upon confidential military secrets, she quickly added, “You’re an important national leader. It’s ridiculous to be walking around with only one officer to protect you. You should head back as soon as possible.”

“That person’s target was likely not just me, but us,” Mingchen grimaced.

Bai Rong knitted her eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”

A strange tinge of redness to his cheeks, he cleared his throat before asking, “Do you still remember what happened on the car ride here?”

She didn’t know what to say to that. She had ended up fainting near the end, but everything else was nearly imprinted in her mind.