The Love Book

Kemp Ross reached for a cigarette and lit it, took a long drag, exhaled green and white smoke, and a brief dead silence fell over the room.

Probably trying to think of wording, the man said in a muffled voice, “What did she tell you?”

Rong Feng glanced at him, his tone was still lazy, “She said she came back this time with the simple purpose of coming to you.”

Kemp Ross didn’t speak, his expression vague and unreadable.

Rong Feng sniffed the fragrance coming from the kitchen, comfortably closed his eyes, faintly stated, “After the orphanage fire, her leg was injured and sent to the hospital, then adopted, changed his name and moved abroad.”

“… As for why she hasn’t contacted you at all over the years, this she will have to explain to you face to face. And …”

He suddenly hooked his lips and said with interest, “… I didn’t tell her you were married.”

It wouldn’t be as much fun to just say it.

Kemp Ross still did not say anything, quietly smoking a cigarette, deep bottomless black eyes with deep indistinguishable emotions.

The bright voice in the mind seems to be a little clearer.

“Snap!”

Suddenly a crunching sound came from the kitchen jerking back the man’s drifting thoughts, his expression drifted for a few seconds.

He then threw away his cigarette, stood up and walked into the kitchen, asking lightly, “What’s wrong?”

Phoebe Barnes was squatting on the ground picking up the porcelain tiles, the sudden sound coldly startled her, the porcelain tiles in her hand slipped, leaving a long wound directly on her palm, which soon oozed blood.

Kemp Ross leaned against the door and looked at her, neither stepping forward nor showing any concern, even with a smile, very gentle and light, only without a sense of truth, “You’ve used the rejection, and now you’re going to use the bitter trick? Are you going to do it for me or for him?”

Phoebe Barnes looked stiff and hurriedly got up from the floor, holding up her bleeding hand, and said awkwardly, “Sorry, it was me who just accidentally touched a plate, I’ll take care of it later. His meal is ready, please bring it out to him.”

After saying that, she walked out with her head down and staggered away from him.

Kemp Ross cool smile face a moment gloomy down, jaw line tightened to the extreme.

Rong Feng watched outside the woman bowed her head and clasped her hands and hurried into the bathroom, with a light smile at the corners of her lips, and said nothing.

When Phoebe Barnes came out, Yung Fung had already eaten, and Kemp Ross stood by with an expressionless face.

“Sure enough, it’s still the right flavor.”

Rong Feng ate unhurriedly, raised his eyes and glanced at her, not how attentive praise, like telling an insignificant thing.

Phoebe Barnes laughed softly, “As long as you like it.”

For Rong Feng is how to like her cooking, she is also a bit puzzled, he is to go to the Bi Shui Yunju quite a few times, but stay for dinner not many times, and most are Chen Ma cooking, she only occasionally come back earlier to cook.

However, a few true or false, she did not want to speculate, how much she could not see through Kemp Ross will not see through Rong Feng, and even Rong Feng gave her a more complex feeling.

With that, she turned back to the kitchen to clean up the mess.

Kemp Ross glanced at her injured hand wrapped in just a layer of tissue and his brow furrowed.

Rong Feng did not raise his head tsk tsk laugh: “Where is the medicine box do not need me to tell you, if the scar, it is a pity that a pair of small hands.”

Kemp Ross glanced down at him, his voice bland and emotionless, “The soup is too bland, I added something to it, since you like it so much, drink it all.”

“…”

The corners of Rong Feng’s mouth twitched fiercely.

Phoebe Barnes cleaned up the debris and came out, looking at the strange expression of Rong Feng, a face of uncertainty.

“Finished packing?” Kemp Ross looked at her coldly.

“Huh? … Hmm.”

“Are you going to come to him as a cook and cleaner or as a stepmother for him?” The icy voice added a hint of mockery.

Phoebe Barnes immediately shook her head, her pretty face unspeakably thin and soft, “Not …”

“Go back.”

The man dropped the two words and didn’t even look at her as he strode straight towards the door.

Phoebe Barnes was stunned, hastily picked up her bag and waved her hand at Rong Feng, “We’re going back first.”

Rong Feng savoring the hot spice in his mouth, looking at the two who soon disappeared, his handsome eyebrows jumped a few times.

Kemp Ross didn’t say a word until he got back to the Bayswater Cloud House, but turned around and went to his study.

Phoebe Barnes returned to the master bedroom looking gloomy and in a lost mood.

The summer night was hot, and the cold white moonlight shone through the curtains, setting off a hint of loneliness and desolation.

His prejudice against her seems to be getting deeper, or rather, from the beginning he did not think so well of her.

Rubbing her brow, she laughed lowly to herself and turned to enter the bathroom.

After coming out of the shower, Chen’s mother came knocking on the door.

“Ma’am, this is what sir told me to bring over.”

Phoebe Barnes, dressed in a white silk nightgown, looked at the medicine box in Chen’s mother’s hand and was slightly stunned, “… Mr. … asked you to take it?”

Chen Ma asked, “Yes, ma’am, are you injured?”

Phoebe Barnes shook her head, “It’s a minor injury, I can handle it myself.”

“Okay!” Chen Ma put down the medicine box.

“By the way, is the gentleman still in the … study?” Phoebe Barnes looked flickering for a moment and pretended to inquire carelessly.

“Yes, it’s in, it’s not out yet.”

“Well, I know, you go rest.”

After Chen’s mother left, Phoebe Barnes stared at the medicine box for a moment, then looked down at the red bruise on her palm, her mind in turmoil.

Is this his concern?

Guess not, she exhaled and opened the medicine box to treat the wound little by little.

At that moment, the cell phone resting on the bed vibrated.

Put down the sterile cotton, glanced at the notes, her face softened a few points, pressed the answer.

“Hey, Nancy.”

“Baby, I’m back.” A refreshingly clean female voice came out of the phone.

Phoebe Barnes, slightly stunned and surprised, said, “Why are you back all of a sudden? I wasn’t even informed to pick you up.”

“I just got off the plane, it’s so late, why did you come to pick me up? Don’t worry, I’ll take a taxi back.”

“Oh!” Phoebe Barnes returned the word softly.

The other side seemed to be displeased, and their voices went up an octave, “Oh what oh, Phoebe Barnes, I just called you on the first phone call I got off the plane, and you’re just so cold to call me back?”

Phoebe Barnes said helplessly, “You’re just getting off the plane now, is it convenient to make small talk with me?”

“Uh … wait a minute, I’ll get in the car.”

There was a giggle, then silence.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“…”

After two seconds of speechlessness, Phoebe Barnes simply clicked on the hands-free and continued to wrap her hands.

“Hey, still there?” The high voice came from there.

“In in in in …” Phoebe Barnes was speechless, how could that woman still be so refreshed after such a long flight?

“Phoebe, how is your big CEO treating you lately?”

Phoebe Barnes, “…”

“You’re not going to Europe for a month’s vacation, not for a year, how about you don’t know yourself?”

The woman there gave a light laugh, “I am always following up, never overlooking a single detail.”