"I'm sorry, Mr. Iverson. I've been busy handling trivial matters all night... I truly had no idea someone had sneaked in. Please
punish me as you see fit." Yvonne immediately lowered her head, fearing the man would decipher her micro-expressions and
see through her pretense.
"Heh, a thief? That's interesting."
Christopher lounged leisurely on the sofa, crossing his long legs and glancing casually at the rigidly standing Yvonne.
"I do know someone with such physical skills. Yvonne, you know him, too."
"Who...?"
"The one you've been thinking about. The one you wanted to help me get rid of."
Yvonne's face turned deathly pale. She bit her lower lip hard. She felt as if her heart had been drained of blood, losing its ability
to beat.
"Could it... Really be him?" Yvonne asked, trying to suppress the tremor in her voice.
"Well, if we think boldly, it's not impossible."
Christopher's long, pale fingers tapped a rhythm on his knee. "After all, James was having a good time here earlier tonight.
Maybe someone was so eager for revenge that they couldn't wait for Bella to act and decided to deal with that scum personally.
It's not out of the question. Too bad I wasn't here tonight. Otherwise, I'd have made sure he never left."
Over the past few days, Wyatt's condition has gradually stabilized. Therefore, his family took him back to Yara Park to
recuperate.
Bella stayed in Hatchbay to care for her father. However, Justin, needing to keep the company running smoothly, could not stay
away and had to shuttle between Savrow and Hatchway Bay, busy like a spinning top.
But no matter how tired he was, he would never utter a word of complaint to his partner, nor would he show the slightest sign of
fatigue in front of her, especially not in bed.
He never skimped on any of the usual foreplay, tenderness, and intimacy in bed. He loved her deeply and passionately.
When Justin returned to Savrow tonight, he brought home some chicken.
Last night, while they were making love, Bella suddenly said she was craving fried chicken.
So, he spent the whole day thinking about fried chicken. Justin instructed lan to buy the chicken, and he sat in his office
researching fried chicken recipes.
When Justin returned to Yara Park, it was already nighttime.
Justin knew Bella was waiting for him upstairs. However, he did not rush up.
Instead, he quickly went to the kitchen, rolled his sleeves up, put on an apron, and prepared to fry the chicken.
Even though he had cooked countless meals for Bella, fried chicken was something not everyone could master. Despite
researching all day and following the video step-by-step, he still messed up. Everything was all over the place.
By the time he had the oil pan ready and the chicken pieces coated in batter, he was already sweating and had flour all over his
face. Suddenly, he heard soft footsteps behind him.
His first thought was that Bella had come.
After all, sneaking behind him to scare him was a childish trick she had pulled many times before.
So, without stopping what he was doing, Justin spoke in a low, affectionate tone, thick with love, "Alright, I know it's you. Did you
come over because you smelled the food you little glutton? Just wait a bit more. Tonight, I'll ensure you're satisfied both in bed
and out."
"Oh my goodness! You're a grown man. How can you talk so shamelessly?"
Justin's eyes widened as he quickly turned around.
Standing behind him was none other than Drew. As soon as Justin recalled his earlier suggestive words, his face turned as red
as a boiled crab.
With his arms crossed and eyes narrowed, Drew could not help but tease, So, who's on top and who's on the bottom? Should I
take the top, or will you do it?"