The Love Book

Kemp Ross took the tablet, tapped on the video, the rain scene, men and women looking at each other and embracing.

The woman’s gaze is adoring, delighted, focused with some sadness, and the man’s eyes are hot and deep.

A video of less than a minute, he just swept a glance and threw the tablet over, “Do I look very idle? This kind of thing you also bring to bother me?”

Campbell Butler froze, then nodded in a rush of apprehension, “I know.”

The man raised his eyes, his face still has no expression, his voice has no ripples, “Tell the producer, the high price of the main actor if they all use a body double to play, the play also do not need to cast.”

“Yes Ross Chief, I’ll get right on it.”

The most beautiful building and the most expensive land in the whole city is also the new residence of Kemp Ross and Phoebe Barnes.

The man returned to the villa from work, when stepping into the living room for the first second, he smelled a hint of something different.

Without moving his eyebrows, he took off his jacket and handed it to the maid next to him, and was about to go upstairs when he heard the maid respectfully say, “Sir, tonight is the wife’s personal cooking, and dinner will be served soon, do you want to go to the dining room first?”

The man’s expensive leather shoes stepped on the first step and stopped, looking slightly sideways in the direction of the kitchen.

She cooked it herself?

No wonder the previously cold house has a few more fireworks, it seems she is in a good mood.

“Tell her I’ve eaten.”

How light the tone is, how strong the contempt is.

The words did not fall, the man did not slow stride upstairs.

“First …”

The maid was stunned, recently Mr. and Mrs. more than ever like strangers, to say that a quarrel, but can not see the anger at all.

She had some difficulty looking towards the kitchen, Mrs. came back early today, and accompanied them personally to the vegetable market to select the dishes, the mood is very good, but now …

In the kitchen, Phoebe Barnes, dressed in a home dress, hair tied casually, plain face, apron, with a smile on her lips, served the last soup, raised her hand to look at the time, guessing that Kemp Ross should have finished work, and was about to go out to check, when she saw Chen’s mother walk in with a subtle expression.

“Mrs. …”

“Is the gentleman back?”

“It’s back!” Chen Ma hesitantly said, “But … he asked me to tell you that he has already eaten.”

“…”

Phoebe Barnes’ delighted expression fell instantly.

He’s still angry?

Or … does he plan to do this to her in the future?NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

She came back early today and gathered the courage to cook herself with the intention of showing him kindness, not trying to change anything, but just wanting them to be able to return to the peace of the past.

But …

Chen Ma looked at her with some heartache and said comfortingly, “Don’t be upset yet, Madam, I’ll go and call again for you, Mr. may be a good face.”

Phoebe Barnes pulled an ugly smile, “No, I’ll go up and see for myself.”

Upstairs at the study door, Phoebe Barnes hesitated for two seconds, raised her hand and knocked.

There was no response from “…”.

She pursed her lips and knocked three more times.

“Come in!”

Phoebe Barnes lowered her eyes and gently pushed the door in.

The restrained and calm dark decoration, the man sitting behind the desk tapping on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on the screen did not move.

Handsome, reserved, ascetic indifference.

Phoebe Barnes glanced at him and lowered her head, her voice low and soft, “Mama Chen said you’ve eaten, I made some more, do you want to eat another …”

“I’ve already eaten, there’s no need for me to push myself.” The man’s gaze remained on his notebook, not even looking at her, “If there’s nothing else, go out.”

Phoebe Barnes stiffened, biting her lip as she looked down, her heart tingling a little.

After a few seconds of dead silence, she tugged her lips, her muffled voice not very clear, “Are you … still angry?”