Chapter 752: Chapter 752: If You Miss Me Too Much, Let Me Know

By the time Abigail realized it, her lips were already being kissed. Having not kissed for a long while, she was reluctant to push away and let the man have his way.

It wasn’t until Abigail could barely breathe that she pushed Brandon Piers away, breathing lightly in the confined space.

Brandon hasn’t held Abigail for a while either, and regardless of her willingness, he pulled her into his embrace, tightly holding her, pressing his lips to her ear, “When you come back, I’ll have almost everything settled here, and then we can go get a marriage certificate, okay?”

As long as he didn’t have that legal document in hand, Brandon couldn’t be at ease.

Abigail’s ear itched, and she lightly rubbed it against Brandon’s shoulder, very moved by his words, but then thought of her previous bold declarations, “Did you forget what we talked about before?”

“No, I didn’t forget. We can get the license first and then continue to chase,” Brandon shamelessly explained.

Abigail found it amusing, “Wouldn’t that put me at a disadvantage?”

Brandon pondered seriously for a moment, “It would indeed be a disadvantage for you, so you can make three requests of me, and I’ll fulfill them without any reason.”

“Sounds quite tempting, but let’s talk about it when I get back to the country.” Abigail didn’t want to extinguish Brandon’s hopes directly, deliberately teasing him. After talking about their feelings, Abigail couldn’t help but be curious about his next move, “I haven’t seen Joshua Piers much since last time. Is he easy to deal with?”

“Are you worried about me or about him?” Brandon felt rather stifled thinking back to that day. What made him even more frustrated was that Abigail had even hung the painting given by that guy in their bedroom.

Just thinking about it made Brandon very unhappy.

Abigail was amused by his sudden jealousy, “What do you think?”

She responded with a more passionate kiss. This time, the man went even further than before, only letting her go when her brain was deprived of oxygen. Then, in her dizziness, she heard Brandon’s proud voice, “Of course, you’re worried about me.”

Abigail chuckled, lowered her head, and bit Brandon’s shoulder until he muffled a groan, then let him go. Her eyes, moist and overflowing from the kiss, carried an unusual dominance, “Since you know I’m worried, you better take good care of yourself.”

“Okay.” Brandon pinched Abigail pink cheeks, answering seriously, but he felt even more reluctant to let her leave. He had originally planned to go with Abigail to M Kingdom, but since the government was going to announce a new policy early, he had to be vigilant and prepare for the upcoming tough battle.

Feeling reassured by his definite response, Abigail slightly relaxed, not stingy with her affections. She pecked Brandon’s lips proactively, like soothing a big dog, lowly cooing, “That’s a good boy.”

Brandon, “…”

Just now, he almost thought he was Threo.

But considering they were about to part, he didn’t mind, leaning close to Abigail’s ear, “If you miss me too much, tell me. I’ll send you a selfie.”

Instantly, Abigail thought of the selfie Brandon had sent last time, and her fair face turned rosy, glaring coyly at the man, “Who would miss you, who wants your selfies!”

“I miss you; you can send yours to me too.” Brandon replied straightforwardly, as if asking for a passport photo.

Unable to out-argue him, Abigail felt the urge to bite him again.

As the car drove out of Rose Valley, Brandon held Abigail, whispering sweetly all the way, filling the closed cabin with warmth. Up front, Peter driving and Pullan in the passenger seat kept their eyes on the road and didn’t move, fearing they might ruin the mood between the boss and his lady.

Hughes’s car closely followed behind theirs.

As Benjamin Jones watched their car gradually drive down the tree-lined road, he stopped walking, gazing at the now-empty path. A seldom-seen emotion slowly appeared on his usually stern and cold face.

Despite his many years as a lawyer and his inner turmoil, he rarely let his emotions leak onto his face, making it hard for people to gauge his feelings.

After a while, Benjamin finally took out his phone and dialed a number, “I heard you’re in Swallow City, drinks tonight?”

The person on the other end seemed surprised but agreed.

That evening, when Benjamin arrived at the club, Nathan Miller had already had several drinks, leaning lazily on the sofa. Seeing Benjamin come in, he raised an eyebrow.

Benjamin glanced at the cups on the table, “You’ve already started drinking? Weren’t you just newlywed? You look more like you’re heartbroken than me.”

Nathan’s eyebrows arched, “Heartbroken? Have you ever been in love?”

It wasn’t mocking; he really had never seen someone so deep in unrequited love for years, still mourning a sudden death.

Unhappy, Benjamin ignored Nathan’s sneer, poured himself a drink, and took a sip, “What’s your situation?”

“What else? Married an ungrateful wife.” Nathan’s brow furrowed at the thought of his wife who acted as if he was assaulting her whenever they were in bed.

“But you chose her.” Benjamin sipped his drink.

Nathan didn’t feel the least offended; instead, he nodded, a trace of a smile surfacing, “True, I did.”

Benjamin only wanted to sting Nathan a bit, not hear him flaunt his love life. Suddenly fed with this dog food, he struggled to process, barely managing to squeeze out a word, “Get out.”

“You just don’t understand, you old virgin.” Nathan’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

Unperturbed when it came to male dignity, Benjamin retorted, “Who said I was a virgin?”

Nathan’s interest was piqued, “Oh, tell me more?”

“Get out.” Benjamin, a bit ashamed, hurled another “get out” at his friend, recalling that one-night! A blurry yet enchanting figure flashed in his mind. He massaged his temples, realizing it had been too long. With Abby definitely interested, and though Brandon was annoying, he was decent. Maybe he should really let go.

As he was thinking, he heard Nathan’s ‘helpful’ suggestion, “Being a virgin isn’t the issue. The problem is denying it. Don’t worry; the girls at Michael Piers’ place are clean. Should I find one for you?”

Nathan clapped, summoning a waiter.

In no time, their private room filled with seven or eight girls of varying styles.

Unable to stop this, Benjamin sighed. He shouldn’t have come along, rubbing his temples as he got up, “Not interested, you enjoy.”

“I’m married,” Nathan explained.

Benjamin shot him a cold glare, “You know the drill too well, don’t you think?”

With that, he left the room filled with girls and Nathan.

Swallow City’s July heat was intense; even the night breeze carried a sweltering heat. Benjamin stepped outside the club, lit a cigarette in the hot wind, and was about to leave when he heard a familiar voice, “Sorry, sorry, this bag is really authentic. You can verify it at a boutique if you don’t believe me…”

A petite, beautiful figure popped into Benjamin’s mind, frowning. How could that timid and stubborn woman be here? Shaking his head, he turned to leave, but before he could, a slap echoed.

Before Benjamin could react, that familiar figure stumbled before him, his brows furrowing in frustration. Why was this woman always in such a miserable state?