Sweet Wife in Hidden Marriage

Chapter 8 He May Kill Me

"Um..." It was already too late before she resisted. She couldn't breathe under the sea; therefore she could only open her mouth, which was how his dexterous got into her mouth.

Lilian didn't want to die in the sea, so she didn't want to let go of his hand. That made him even more daring. He became more aggressive and invaded every inch of her body.

She felt it harder and harder to breathe. The light on the surface of the water was getting blurry. She thought the man was going to die with her in the ocean over the kiss.

Archibald returned to the yacht with Lilian in his arms. She was already out of consciousness. The man waiting on the yacht passed over a towel to him. Archibald wrapped wet Lilian with it, and then he stepped out with long legs, walking into the room inside.

He let the housekeeper take care of Lilian, and went to the other room for a shower.

When he walked into the room in a loose bathrobe, Lilian had already been put on the soft sofa. She was in a lady's bathrobe with a deep front opening, and she wasn't wearing anything inside.

Archibald sat next to her. His narrow eyes were fixed on her chest.

When Lilian opened her eyes, she saw black hair. She looked at it again and realized it was a man's head which was less than inches away from her chest.

In fury, she raised her hands and was about to slap him. The man was as agile as usual. He grabbed her wrist and then raised his head with shining eyes, smiling.

"You're awake?"

"Damn it, what on earth are you looking at?" Lilian was so angry. The man must have a chest fetish.

Archibald captured the contempt in her eyes, so he cast an indifferent glance at her.

"Why are you so weak? You fainted after a kiss?"

She blushed over his tease immediately.

"You're a jerk! I cannot swim!" She was so mad that the man was blaming her and had kissed her without her consent.

Archibald raised his eyebrows contemptuously.

"Your lung capacity is low. You should work out more often. I'd like to help you," he said with his face inclining to her.

Lilian thought the man was so cheeky.

She turned her face away from her because of real disgust, but just by then, the man turned his head and kissed on the left of her chest.

Lilian’s eyes widened in amazement. She had a mole on the left side of her chest, and he kissed right on it.

"That's cute," he muttered after the peck.

Now Lilian understood why he kept staring there. Her face turned redder, like a mature apple.

"Archibald Howkins!" She wanted to slap the playboy and kill him, but her hands were still grabbed in his.

"Very well, it seems that you have remembered my name. Lilian, I hope you can always remember it," he said, eyes fixed on her.

Lilian hesitated for a moment when she saw his complicated expression. At the same time, he stood up. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Take a rest," he said, and he then took off.

He walked to the door, and said to the woman behind him with his hands on the doorknob, "I think you need to strengthen your lung capacity as well as your chest size." Lilian couldn't believe he was body- shaming him.

Lilian wanted to throw something at him, so she grabbed the pillow.

"Get out, damn you!"

Archibald fetched the pillow flying to him. Then he looked at the angry woman and grinned a smile.

"You still like throwing things at others as usual, do you?"