Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!-Chapter 47 - 48 Playing for Real 1

47: Chapter 48 Playing for Real (1)

47: Chapter 48 Playing for Real (1)

Huangfu Jue narrowed his blue eyes, staring at Gan Yuan through the air, watching her expressions, trying to capture some traces on her face.

But he failed.

The woman sitting across the table simply looked at him calmly.

Her delicate face betrayed little emotion, its inky depths unfathomable and collected.

Did he really mistake the person, with her answer so straightforward?

Yet why, the sense of familiarity she gave him, the matching timelines, the same blood type…

Could all of that really have been just coincidence?

Or perhaps it was just a stalling tactic, thinking that way he wouldn’t become suspicious.

Even someone as astute as Huangfu Jue couldn’t deny the truth at this moment.

“Fine,” Huangfu Jue straightened from the chair back, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.”

If deduction was impossible, let facts do the speaking.

The bastard, he thought it was just a probe, yet he was actually serious?

Gan Yuan cursed in her heart, but rose from the chair undisturbed.

“Okay, then…

See you tomorrow.”

“This is for you.”

Gan Yuan halted in her steps, as Huangfu Jue rose from his chair and stepped up behind her.

She turned with a puzzled look, only to see him reach into the inside pocket of his suit and pull out something wrapped in a velvet cloth—a pair of black-rimmed glasses encased in silk, the ones she had left with him previously.

The glasses from earlier were twisted out of shape; this pair would serve as a replacement.

“Thanks.”

She took the glasses, turned, and headed for the exit, separating the arms of the glasses and placing them on the bridge of her nose.

“Wait.”

The man spoke up again.

Will this ever end?!

She stopped, looking back at him impatiently.

The man was already in front of her, raising his hand to remove the strand of hair trapped under the arm of her glasses.

Instinctively, she turned her head to dodge, but her hair caught on the arm of the glasses, pulling painfully at her scalp.

“Ouch—” She inhaled sharply, flicking Huangfu Jue’s hand away, “More trouble than you’re worth!”

As she adjusted her hair and glasses, tugging a few times but unable to free her hair, she pulled so hard on the side of her forehead that her eyebrows knitted together in annoyance.

Watching her wince and grimace, Huangfu Jue raised his hand again.

“Let me do that.”

“No need!”

She pushed him away irritably, turned her back to him, and continued to struggle with the bothersome strands of hair.

Unable to see, she pulled at them blindly; after several attempts, still unable to untangle them, she held the glasses with one hand and the hair with the other, intending to just break the hair off.

Two hands reached out, grasping hers from both sides.

As she struggled again, the pain on her scalp grew worse.

“Stop moving!”

His voice rang beside her ear, uncompromising, and already exasperated by those few strands of hair, she withdrew her hands, letting him help her.

Standing behind her, Huangfu Jue peered from one side of her head, carefully removing the strand of hair from the glasses one by one.

His movements were gentle and precise, not hurting her at all.

From his angle, he could see the bite mark he had left on her neck the day before.

After a night, the mark was no longer as conspicuous as it had been initially.

Having turned into a ring of dark purple spots, it bloomed on her skin like an unusual flower.

His gaze lingered unintentionally on that flower he had planted, and he thought involuntarily of the kiss from the previous night.

Earlier, he had only been focused on her hair, but now he noticed the fragrance lingering amidst them.

It wasn’t the cloying scent of perfume, just a faint hint of pine, the smell of rosemary he favored.