Chapter 533 - Supper (3)

Janessa went back to Armando's room after twists and turns.

Janessa put the suitcase on the ground casually and sat down on the bed. Armando was holding a big bowl with eggs and potatoes in it. The food had turned cold. He touched it with his finger and asked, "Do you want to heat it up?"

"No. Thanks." Janessa took it and stared at the half piece of sweet potato in the bowl, saying, "It seems that you are so good at flirting with girls. You gave half of it to her."

Armando then felt speechless.

Janessa's words caught him in random thoughts. He didn't dare to take it for granted that Janessa was jealous, so he could only say, "I'm afraid you can't finish it."

"Alright, I would like to eat eggs." As Janessa finished her speaking, she felt that her tone was too condescending. So she went to get the eggs herself. Armando put the bowl aside and said, "I'll do it. Wait a moment."

He was a very considerate man. Although Janessa was four years older than him and she often looked after him when they played together in childhood, it was almost Armando who took care of her since they grew up. As time passed, she got used to this way of getting along with Armando. But she never thought that he would take a fancy of her.

And it was beyond her expectation that they would be so intimate.

Janessa didn't want to think about it anymore. She took out her phone and power bank from the suitcase as she couldn't find her charging plug. There was only a bad signal in the mountain area. She didn't know if she could make a phone call, let alone surf the web.

She threw the phone and power bank on the bed, and Armando had already peeled the egg and handed it over, "It's washed clean. Eat it."

Janessa tilted her head to take a look. There was a wooden table with a pot of water on it. There was a bowl with water on the side. It was probably the water that he used to wash the egg.

She took the egg and took a big bite. Armando poured another cup of water and handed it to her, "Drink some water."

She ate two eggs, half a potato, and half a sweet potato. Finally, she felt satisfied and laid on the bed. And Armando went to wash the dishes. She could hear the sound of water coming from the kitchen through the door. It was probably that some ladle he used collided with the water tank.

As Janessa lay on the pillow and listened to the sound on the other end, she fell asleep.

When she woke up in a daze at the midnight, she found herself in someone's arms. The man's chest was very broad and warm, and his breath made her feel at ease. She vaguely thought that it was Warren. But it wasn't.

It was Armando.

His scent was full of vigor, not the easing and tranquil one that Warren had.

She tried to free herself from Armando's embrace. Just as she moved, the man behind her seemed to wake up and instinctively hugged her tightly. Then, he pressed his lips against her forehead and kissed it. It was like a subconscious move in his dream.

But Janessa was shocked.

Warren had also done this before to keep her and she was so resistant and annoyed. But when Armando kissed her on her forehead, she even stopped struggling.

'What is this?'

'What now?'

'Can we still be what we were to each other before?'

Janessa felt a headache and she closed her eyes. Regardless of whether she could accept Armando or not, if the Mosbies knew about this, Janessa would not dare to think about the consequences.

She let out a breath and couldn't figure out why Armando was so obsessed with her.

'Why can't he take a fancy of someone else? It's OK even if she is Sissy.'

The bed was really hard that Janessa finally couldn't help but turn over. She felt a little relieved. In the dark, she and Armando faced each other, but she couldn't see his face clearly. She just wanted to stay away from him. Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, Armando leaned closer a little.

Feeling his breath on her face, she immediately dodged back, "You...aren't asleep?"

No one answered. Armando just approached and held her into his arms again.

...

Janessa patted him on the shoulder, but there was no reaction.

Armando held her so tightly even in his slumber as if he was afraid that she would run away.

Although this posture was very uncomfortable, she no longer struggled and quietly shrank into his arms and closed her eyes.

In the dark, Armando slowly opened his eyes. When he heard the person in his arms breathing steadily, he gently found her lips and kiss them urgently.

Janessa thought that she was having a dirty dream. But when she was half-awakened, she found that she was pressed on the bed. The bed was shaking vigorously, and what was left in the room was the creaking sound. She wanted to say something, but her mouth was blocked, and only a long cry came out from the depths of her throat.

'He actually does it again!'

'How could I believe this bastard?'

In the late midnight, she cried and begged, but it was useless. Her body was soft and she lost her strength. She cried and scolded him with every word she could think out. But Armando just kissed her and kept telling her with his lips how much he missed her.

On the other hand, Sissy, who was several rooms away, was surfing the Internet through her computer in the room. Owing to the bad signal, it took her quite a long time before her photo was finally uploaded.

It was the back of a man in the photo. He was sitting on a wooden bench with his profile illuminated by the fire, his eyes bright. The man was cooking.

She wrote that: "He is making supper for his love."