Chapter 162 - dont you love me anymore? (1/2)

Her pair of jet black, almond-shaped eyes pierced through his deep, sharp alluring gaze. Their eyes both squint as the atmosphere turned more pressing, while the ticking sound of the wall clock resonated across the penthouse suite.

Currently, they were having a meal. While eating, Dragon kept on putting different dishes on Seraphina's plate. At first, she didn't reject and happily eats them. Alas, she already had her fill but his action seems to not stop any minute.

”Baby? Don't you love me anymore?” She frowned as she retracted her gaze from him.

Dragon calmly put down his chopsticks. It's been a week since she moved in. Sometimes, he felt that instead of being a newly-wed couple -- it is more like he adopted her.

She likes being petted and pampered yet, she also doesn't want to. Just like today, he was just putting the same amount of foods she consumed last night but now she was complaining.

Moreover, she was questioning his feelings for her. Though he never admitted that she was the only woman in his heart -- for him, treating her exceptionally different and special is enough for her to know.

”I'm sooo full~!” Seraphina murmurs as she put some dishes on the side of her plate. Still not hearing a response from him, she cupped her cheeks and added,

”Baby, are you afraid I'd run wild again?”

”No,”

”Then why are you not working?” Seraphina probed further. In her seven days of stay in his place, the man always stays in his room.

Actually, at first, the only bond they have is their meal time. But since Seraphina's hate for foreboding boredom always lurks around her, she pesters him the whole day -- which somehow made them a little closer.

Though it was surprising that he doesn't seem too annoyed about it, alas, she remembers that he seemed to be a busy man. Thus, she was baffled when he wasn't going anywhere and joined her hashtag bum life.

”On a leave.” He lied professionally. Though her first question was indeed correct -- he'll better keep this little secret to his grave.

”Till when?”

”Why?”

”Hmm...” Seraphina rubs her chin as she pondered about something. After a brief time, she answered,