Chapter 237 - 137 Flipped

When his bedroom comes into view, I concentrate on maintaining my steady breathing. The colour of his wall was navy blue and his bedroom furniture was gold and black sheet suite. And there's a sculpture of white lion at the corner with a set of punch bag hanging in the middle.

Ohh…Wow. So my man also know Boxing? Is it?

The vast room is as beautiful as I thought, with all of the exposed beams prominent and the gold chandeliers dimly lit. The binds of the window are all drawn in gold at the sash windows and that, mixed with the dusky light from the chandeliers, gives it the key element of a nobleman and I could feel loneliness emitting from the decoration at the same time.

Hmm, he must be very lonely before meeting me. But I can't believe now at the same time I'm admiring my husband room design.

"Wow," I whispered.

"I've warned you, that you will be fascinated by seeing those interiors." He glanced around as if he had seen through in my eyes.

"The decoration pretty amazing as if the designer had made your style living in it," I praised sincerely.

He glances down at me and smiles, giving my hand a little squeeze.

"Yeah, he is very good," he agrees, as he comes to a stop and turns to face me.

I  offer him a small smile and I look down at our joined hands when I feel him run his thumb over the top of mine. He has awake the feeling that has to stir in me every time he touches me.

When I gaze up at him, I find his eyes are watching our hands too. He continues to smooth his thumb over my skin as if I was all for him.

Then his hand shifts slightly in mine, and I look up at him, but his gaze is set firmly on my eyes. I shift on my heels and Feng Teng flicks me a glance.

I know what on his mind but I ignore him. But his eyes fix on me which made me sweating, feeling slightly claustrophobic, and my heart rate has accelerated further.

Oh my god! Why I'm so nervous?

He only looks at me lovely not tempting.

Just then his hand squeeze mine softly. I feel his eyes on me as if has burned all my body.

Oh, God!

Why is he looking at me so intensely?

No, I shouldn't let him distract me at this beautiful moment. Before I am aware, his hand pull my body to his embrace, then gently he pushing my face into his shoulder and pulling me closer to his body.

The pressure of his hand around mine increases further. My hand is released and he wraps it around my back to join his other, my arms bunched up in between our torsos.

I'm completely embracing by his body and right now we are in his bedroom. I don't know why I feel like his room is the most comforting place I have ever been to.

"I love you being here with me right now," he whispers in my ear.

I gaze up at him. He's watching me carefully, trying to work out my thoughts. 

"Babe, listen. I love you all the more for it. You are mine and mine only and I am only yours. Can you understand me?" His voice is laced with concern.

Oh, so he still on our previous topic.

My bones turn to mush, my heart misses too many beats and I stagger forward slightly.

Before I could react, he tightens our embraces, only the fabrics parting our body away. Then my forehead meeting his shoulder.

I know his love and warm, they are all mine alone.

"Oh, God," he whispers as his chest concaves on a deep breath.

"I don't know how to tell you and assures you how much I have loved you. Only God knows that, but I don't want to ruin our night," He kisses the top of my head.

"Let go, I want to dance with you." He breaks us away and tucks me under his arm to head for the door.

Aigoo, so after he showing me his room and made me feel hot and steam all of sudden he wants to dance right now?

He leans down.

"I know, you are not ready and adapt to my mansion fully yet. So I won't make love to you here," he says softly.

My breath catches and I hear him laugh quietly.

"And I'm only for you, forever," he reminds me.

His serious promise and remind make me smile widely. Then he grabs my hand, and I look up at him, finding a happy face.

"Let's go, we need to dance and end this banquet feast. And get back to Our home," He says eagerly.

He pulls me towards the doors that will take me out from his room.

"But I didn't have enough look in your room yet," I say.

"Next time, I don't eat you here," He shakes his head without looking at me.

I know what he meaning.

"I want you at OUR place until you were not able to walk tomorrow," he says, still refusing to meet my eyes.

"But…" Before I could finish he cut mine.

"Just next time, your dress has tortured me viciously,"  He carries on leading me, and I choose not to push anymore, I know his restraint had bound to over limit.

As we reach the door. 

"I don't know how to dance," I say innocently as he guides me down the stairs

He laughs.

"Don't worry. Your husband will be your teacher," he says proudly.

Oh my god, his narcissist comes back again.

"Drink?" He asks as we approach the bar.

"Yes," I'm trying not to sound hurt, but I know I'm failing miserably.

He looks at me with his expressionless. 

"Why did you take me up there, if you did not even let me de' tour your room? I ask.

"Sorry, let take a look next time…and… without this dress!" He says.

"Is it this dress impact you that hard?" I blurt.

He studies me carefully.

"Lady, your sixth sense pretty that bad 'Huh'?" he scowls at my question.

I nod my head, my eyes darting across his body.

"Urgh. Okay, okay, next time," I say quietly, feeling guilty for making such a demand and even guiltier than he's submitted with no questions, arguments or challenging.