You More Than Anything In The World

Chapter 1187

“Why are you laughing?” Arissa asked curiously.

Benjamin's smile grew wider. “Miguel and Peter are also eating chicken wings. They even took photos to flaunt it to the rest.”

Surprised, Arissa gave him a strange look. “How did you know?”

She didn't see him checking his phone too.

Raising his brows, he gestured at the door. “Can't you hear them chattering outside?”

Arissa didn't hear any voice. “Your hearing is so good!”

Benjamin nodded proudly. “No matter how soft it is, I can still hear it.”

Arissa's mouth twitched. She didn't believe that he could hear her talking about him in her heart.

Staring at her, he asked faintly, “Are you cursing me inwardly?”

Arissa was rendered speechless. Can you not be so sharp?

She smiled sheepishly. “I was complimenting you. Perhaps no one can beat you in this skill.”

“You should sleep now.” He caressed her head.

Flitting her eyes from him to the dining table, she said, “Move the table, please, Darling!”

Hearing her calling him darling so many times made him feel happy.

“Your darling will do it right away!” Benjamin immediately moved the dining table away from the bed.

Arissa blushed. When the table was taken away, she lay down to sleep.

Benjamin finished the rest of the supper. After cleaning up the place and brushing his teeth, he went to bed.

Despite having fallen asleep, Arissa still leaned closer to Benjamin when he lay on the bed.

Wrapping her in his arms, he adjusted the blanket for her.

...

The next day, when Miranda woke up and saw a stranger sleeping next to her, she was scared out of her wits.

“Who are you?” she exclaimed.

“Miss...” The man was a disheveled beggar. She felt sick seeing his lecherous gaze on her.

Slap!

Miranda smacked his face hard and shouted in tears, “Shut up! I'm going to send you to jail!”

She couldn't believe that she had had sex with someone as lowly as him. Feeling uncomfortable all over, she pulled the bedsheet and wrapped it around her body.

Just as she was hastily picking up the scattered clothes on the floor and putting them on, the door was pushed open by a group of reporters. They were busy taking photos of the situation inside the room.

While holding the clothes, Miranda blocked her face with her other hand. “Stop! Stop taking photos!”

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