Rebirth: Marry the Enemy of My Badass Husband

In the room…

The temperature was rising little by little.

Gianna just waited there…

Her body was still trembling slightly.

Not knowing if it was because she was too angry or nervous, in short, her heartbeat pounded violently.

It was so violent that her heart almost leapt to her throat.

At that moment, however, she heard a burst of laughter.

It was seemingly an uncontrollable sneer.

Gianna opened her eyes and saw that Kingsley had already left the big bed. His smile was clearly very bizarre.

He said, “What is Ms. Morris looking forward to?!”

Who the hell looked forward to it!

Gianna gritted her teeth.

“Don’t worry. Last night, Ms. Morris…” Kingsley sized up Gianna.

Gianna unconsciously hugged the quilt tightly.

She did not even know who the one that put on the man’s pyjamas on her body for her was!

“Last night, Ms. Morris threw up everywhere and I was really not interested to do anything to you.” Kingsley was straightforward.

Gianna’s face obviously changed slightly.

Whether she was willing or not was one thing but being disliked was another thing.

“So, my innocence is still intact.” Kingsley’s lips curled.

Would a guy like you still have intact innocence?!

“The bathroom is over here. There are unused towels and toothbrushes inside. Go downstairs after washing your face. I have something to talk to Ms. Morris,” Kingsley blurted out this sentence, turned around and left.

He walked away without hesitating.

It was as if he was really not interested in her.

Gianna zoned out slightly.

She looked down at the obviously large-sized men’s pyjamas on her own body again.

Damn it.

Whenever she thought of the matter that Kingsley changed the clothes for her, she was kind of…gritting her teeth in anger.

She lifted the quilt and walked into the bathroom.

The pink towel and the pink toothbrush had been placed on the sink. They seemed to be specifically prepared for her.

She was actually very angry.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt warmth due to Kingsley’s meticulousness.

No wonder so many women craved for

because she had lived extra ten years of life, she felt

quickly rinsed her mouth and

she tidied

face was a little pale. She really

after sleeping, she still had

did not know how people like Maureen who got drunk for three or five days a week

herself up and walked

and minimalist. It was minimalist but was

was high-grade grey with a strong sense of

corridor,

went down

Kingsley who was sitting and eating breakfast elegantly in the open-air dining

early morning sunlight was

fragmented golden glow fell on

at him from a distance, he looked

seemed to have noticed

of

her presence

mind, her

She walked to Kingsley.

Kingsley suddenly got up.

he pulled the

So courteous…

do

Caesar did this was meant

not refuse

to say something, a middle-aged man appeared and respectfully served her a set of breakfast, “The young master said that Ms. Morris was drunk last night so he asked me to boil

was slightly stunned. She then slowly said

have the meal, Ms.

at his

was apparently introducing him to her,

“Okay,” Gianna responded.

it did not have anything

did not

Gianna actually

not take the porridge

“Did Horace manage to take

this bowl of porridge

guy

herself not to get angry and not

was only 25 years

her actual age was already 32

angry with a man who was much younger

up the spoon

thought it

the glutinous rice grains entered her mouth, there was a smooth and thick taste with

could not help but eat it with great

was with an imperceptible

Gianna finished eating.

the corner of

was concerned about the most now

said, “Could you tell

succeeded,” Kingsley said these two words in a moderate

Gianna looked at him.