Billionaire's Match

Chapter 709

"Khloe's father is an idiot! That's the only reason why he could have been deceived by a venomous woman like Clarice!" Winnie hated hearing that and felt Michael was talking nonsense.

At a time like this, was he still going to speak up for Clarice? By every measure-emotionally and morally-Clarice was unforgivable! If anything happened to Nick, then Clarice would deserve to die even more. Not just Khloe-Winnie herself wanted to kill that woman. Nick was such a good man. And yet, just to seize control of the Morrison Group, Clarice treated human life as worthless? How could anyone be so devoid of humanity?

"Alright, alright, my fault. I said the wrong thing-hit me if you want!" Michael had been about to explain, but seeing how furious Winnie truly was, he quickly slapped himself twice on the mouth. Winnie panicked at once. She stood up, moved to his side, and grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing? If you said the wrong thing, then fine, but don't hit yourself! What if it hurts..." Her big eyes blinked.

Not satisfied with holding his arm, she turned his face toward her and gently touched it, tracing from the corner of his mouth all the way to his ear. Michael's gaze darkened, and Adam's apple bobbed. Just moments ago, the smell of food in the restaurant had made him unbearably hungry. But the instant he looked at Winnie, he realized that some kinds of hunger didn't have to be satisfied with food. He pressed his lips together and leaned closer to her.

the same. Michael brushed a few

of her mouth-all of it made him addicted. Even though they were in a public place, surrounded by people, he couldn't help himself. He deepened the kiss, prying her lips open

would probably never be a better one in her lifetime. Just then, the restaurant server came over with their dishes. They were kissing too deeply to notice at first. Winnie

my, are you two lovebirds or newlyweds? Even eating a meal together, you're this

married," Michael said

was steady and confident, almost as if he were showing off. Winnie couldn't help pinching his waist hard. The server was teasing him,

a sound. Only after the server left did he pull Winnie

as if she had discovered a whole new world. No wonder-every time she grabbed his waist in bed, his whole body trembled so

deliberately turned