Chapter 394: Chapter 394: The Lover
"He’s my lover, the one who’s cuckolding you."
July Quinn said gloomily, and then promptly gave Kyle Keaton a kick.
She hadn’t noticed Kyle Keaton’s intentions just now, but with his actions now so obvious, how could she not realize?
Kyle Keaton, unprepared, was kicked off the bed by July Quinn.
However, he seemed to be in a good mood, quickly rolling back onto the bed, and pressed himself on top of July Quinn.
"Don’t lie to me, you’re completely mine. How could he be your lover?"
As he spoke, Kyle Keaton leaned closer, kissing July Quinn’s hair, inhaling her fragrance.
Yes, July Quinn belonged to him entirely.
The best evidence was the dried-up blood rose on the bed this morning.
Of course, some would say that such blood rose technology can be repaired nowadays.
But July Quinn’s immature reaction was completely unconvincing.
This made Kyle Keaton extremely excited, and he secretly stashed that bedsheet in his safe.
After all, it’s a token of the most romantic memory in his life with July Quinn.
Nothing in the billions could replace it!
But July Quinn seemed indifferent to his display of affection and simply pushed his head away slightly.
"He’s not my lover, so why did you act like I cuckolded you?"
"Any man seeing his wife in a hotel room with another man for hours, and coming out in different clothes, would misunderstand, right?"
But just as he said this, Kyle Keaton noticed July Quinn looking at him sideways.
Previously, he had insisted he hadn’t been wrong.
But at this moment...
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you. No matter what happens in the future, I will trust you unconditionally. No matter what you do, I will assume you’re right, always loyal to you..."
The matter of principles, Kyle Keaton now felt, could be discarded.
As long as he could win the heart of July Quinn.
This proactive admission somehow comforted July Quinn internally: "Just saying it is meaningless!"
Seeing the subtle change in July Quinn’s expression, Kyle Keaton decided to push further.
"Alright, I’ll prove myself with actions then..."
What he said next, Kyle Keaton whispered into July Quinn’s ear.
His voice was so low that it couldn’t be heard from afar.
The only visible result was that, after his words, July Quinn’s cheeks turned crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she swung her fist at Kyle Keaton a few times.
These weren’t just ordinary girlish punches that felt like tickles.
The blows from July Quinn’s casually swung fists still landed on Kyle Keaton’s body with a thudding sound.
Similar to the force against mercenaries like Susan Carter.
But Kyle Keaton, even after being hit, continued to smile, the pain sweet.
Finally, he seized the opportunity, swiftly pinning July Quinn down, pulling up the covers to conceal the intimacy beneath...
By the time everything was over, July Quinn was dozing off again.
She considered herself to have decent stamina, being able to take on twenty or so mercenaries like Susan Carter in one go at the very least.
But Kyle Keaton, like a tireless juicer, nearly drained her dry.
At this moment, her phone rang.
Seeing the name "Owen Shaw" flashing on the screen, July Quinn remembered that today was also her scheduled appointment at Rosewell Hospital.
As soon as she answered the call, Owen Shaw’s urgent voice came through the phone.
"July, why haven’t you arrived at the hospital yet?"
"I planned to take a day off today, what’s up? Is there a critical patient again?" She was nearly squeezed dry by the juicer monster.
As soon as she finished speaking, the juicer monster pressed against her from behind again.
July Quinn’s hand trembled, almost dropping the phone.