Mr. Billionaire Boundless Love

Selene had never expected to see Clint cooking so expertly. She stood by the kitchen door, watching him move swiftly. The delicious aroma of the food Clint had cooked drew her attention, and she enjoyed observing him in action. Just then, Clint turned around, sensing her presence.

“Mrs. Denovon, are you impressed with my cooking skills now?” he winked at her and walked towards her.

Selene smiled at him, asking, “I guess so. What have you cooked?”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Hmm, sausage, bacon, French toast, and Caesar salad. I think these light meals will make for a good breakfast. Would you like orange juice or pineapple juice?” he added, moving to the dining table.

Selene followed him. “I love orange juice.”

“Okay, let’s have orange juice then.”

She was about to pull out a chair, but Clint beat her to it, quickly doing it for her as he arranged the food on the table.

“Have a seat, honey!” Clint guided her to the chair.

Selene smiled at him. “I can do it myself, but you’re quicker than me.”

Clint leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Let me serve you, wife!”

Selene looked at him, smiling. “You’re too sweet.”

“Am I?” Clint replied, pulling a chair for himself and glancing back at Selene. He swiftly moved to put some food on Selene’s plate. “Dig in.”

Selene gave him another warm smile. “Thanks!” She began eating.

Clint watched her intently for a few seconds before serving himself some food. An hour later, they both washed the dishes.

“I can do the dishes, though,” Clint said, wiping the clean plates with a towel. Selene was busy washing the dishes in the sink and passing them to Clint afterward.

“You made our breakfast. I can’t just let you do the rest,” she said, giving him a gentle smile, which made him chuckle.

They moved to the living room, and Clint pulled Selene down onto the sofa, wrapping her in a tight hug. Selene nestled against him, burying her face in his chest.

“I miss my shop. I want to work today,” Selene suddenly mentioned.

Clint looked down at her, saying, “Didn’t I tell you not to worry about your shop? Your assistant is there. She can handle everything easily. You need to rest since you haven’t fully recovered.” He playfully flicked her forehead after saying it, and Selene responded with a pout.

“You just want to stay by my side the whole day; that’s why you’re trying to stop me from doing my job,” she accused.

Clint quickly changed the topic. “How about we discuss our upcoming wedding? Since you accepted my proposal to remarry me again, I think we should plan the rest. Let’s find a beautiful venue,” he suggested.

Selene pulled away from him, looking directly into his eyes. “Are you suggesting that we should have our wedding soon?”

Hearing her question, Clint’s face turned sour, and he quickly replied, “Why? Isn’t it important to have our wedding soon?”

Selene pretended to change her mind, grinning. “Let’s have our wedding in the next three years from now.”

“What?!” Clint’s eyes widened, and his handsome face darkened. “Mrs. Denovon, are you planning to run away?”

“Are you scared that I might run away from you?” she teased him, a naughty smile playing at the corner of her lips.

Clint easily saw through her tricks. He pulled her back and pushed her onto the sofa. “You’re playing with fire, honey.”

“What are you talking about?” Selene played innocent, placing her hand on his chest as she struggled to properly position herself on the small sofa.

She could feel his lower body brushing against her thigh. Selene felt happy that they were now planning their upcoming marriage. Looking at his handsome face made her heart flutter.

Clint leaned in to kiss her, but Selene quickly covered his mouth with her hand. “Clint, we did so much last night. My body is still covered with the marks you left me. I just hid them using concealer.”

Clint grinned naughtily. “I haven’t had enough of you.” Slowly, he removed her hand while using his other hand to balance himself by placing it on the sofa overhead.

She pursed her lips, gently pushing him away. “No way! Let’s do it later tonight.”

Clint’s eyes widened. “Really? Promise?” He followed it with a naughty grin, quickly pecking her lips, making her helpless.

Once he pulled away from her lips, he wiped her mouth, smiling widely, his grin reaching his ears.

Selene swiftly sat on the sofa, fixing her crumpled clothes. “You’re really mischievous sometimes.”

“Nah, I’m not mischievous. I just love to taste you!” Clint laughed joyfully, looking at her reddened cheeks.

“Got it. You just mentioned we should plan our wedding, but you wanted to do another thing,” Selene snorted.

Clint erupted into a loud laugh. “Okay, I’ll stop teasing you now.” His face turned serious as he looked at her again. “I think we should hire the most popular wedding planner in Houston instead of exhausting ourselves planning the entire wedding. How about that?”

Selene smiled at him. “Sounds good. I’d appreciate hiring a wedding planner because then we just need to pay them, and they’ll take care of everything. And what about the wedding date?”

“Three months from now,” Clint replied quickly, putting his arm around her.

She leaned in comfortably, but her face showed shock. “Three months from now? That soon?”

“Why not? We should do it early in case you get pregnant. I didn’t use protection, though,” Clint teased her again.

Selene blushed once again at his words; the possibility of getting pregnant was soon embedded in her mind.

“Do you think three months is enough time for all the preparation?” Selene asked worriedly, her hands suddenly sweating.

“If we hire the most popular and efficient wedding planner, I think it’s possible,” Clint said, gently caressing her face.

“But I’m worried they’ll charge a huge amount for a rushed wedding,” Selene replied in a hesitant tone.

Clint looked at her warmly. “Why worry about the expenses? Your husband is a capable man. I run a business empire, and you deserve a beautiful and expensive wedding. Remember, our first wedding was rushed, and we didn’t invite any of our family members or relatives. This time, I want to give you the best,” he said sincerely.

She still hesitated, but seeing him with a calm face made her feel at ease.

“Since you said so, I think I should worry less,” she conceded.

Clint stood up and pulled her to her feet. He guided her towards their bedroom. “Let’s go shopping today. I don’t have any clothes to wear here.”

“You’re worried about not having clothes to wear. Are you planning to stay longer at my house?” Selene stopped her steps just before the door of her bedroom.

Clint looked back at her. “Mrs. Denovon, are you planning to kick me out soon?”

“I… Do you really want to stay with me?” she asked, looking curious.

“Of course! I won’t leave you again since we reconciled,” Clint assured her. He dragged her into the room, closed the door, and pulled her towards the bed.

Selene noticed his strong desire and quickly reminded him, “Stop thinking about doing something else. You said we’re going shopping.”