My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 452

Kenneth's muscular chest was like a wall, unmoved no matter how hard she tried to push him. He

lowered his gaze, looking at her angry eyes, and gently hooked his thin lips. "Could you specify which

part of me is annoying?"

It's... I just hate everything about you!

Arabella clenched her tiny fist and struck him twice with force. "Let go of me! I don't want to talk to you!"

She had never been so cold to him before. Kenneth wondered if she didn't like him anymore. He held

her delicate wrist and pressed her against the wall. He leaned close to her snowy earlobe with his thin

lips and asked, "I just wanted to know, have you been with Tyrone? I endured so much pain before and

never dared to touch you. I want to know if you have given yourself to someone else."

Arabella caught a whiff of a man's clean and refreshing scent from him. Being held captive by him and

hearing such nonsense, her legs unknowingly went weak, as if she wanted to slide down.

"Kenneth, we're divorced. You cheated on me first. It's none of your business whether I'm with another

man now. You don't want something, but you don't allow anyone else to have it either. What kind of

twisted thoughts... Mmm!"

Kenneth lowered his head and forcefully sealed her red lips.

He didn't reject her.

He didn't cheat on her.

She was the most beautiful sunshine. Give her a few more years to truly grow up; she would surely

overshadow the entire city.

He couldn't give her anything. He could only watch her poison herself for him, trying to please and

accommodate him repeatedly. He was afraid, afraid that he couldn't give her a future.

Arabella was going crazy with anger. She thought this man was simply unreasonable. He had rejected

her so heartlessly back then, and now he came to provoke her after the divorce.

She had already decided to go to Faykarta and start a new life. He shouldn't have come to disturb her

peaceful life and stir up her feelings.

Arabella bit down on his tongue forcefully.

Blood quickly spread in their mouths. Kenneth winced in pain, but he didn't let go of her. Longing from

these past days surged like a torrent, and her delicate and charming body was in his embrace, with a

fragrant scent that overwhelmed him. How could he bear to let her go?

Soon, he tasted a bitter flavor in the kiss. Arabella was crying.

Kenneth's tall figure trembled, he opened his eyes, and the girl's lips were already swollen from his

kisses. Her tear-filled, angry eyes stared fiercely at him.

He slowly loosened his grip.

Arabella clenched her tiny fist and wiped her tears haphazardly. But instead of wiping away the tears,

she only shed more. "Kenneth, you bully me. You're just taking advantage of my feelings for you. Let

me tell you, from now on, I don't like you anymore, and I will never let myself be bullied by you again.

Today, I'll leave Hardgrad and never come back. I hate you!"

Arabella stepped into the elevator and quickly disappeared from his sight. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Kenneth stood frozen, his gaze fixed on the closed elevator doors. It felt like a sharp knife had pierced

his heart, repeatedly stirring it, making him ache.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of blood rushing up to his throat, and the next moment, a mouthful of blood

sprayed out.

Kenneth reached out and leaned against the wall. His handsome face turned as pale as paper. Every

time he took sleeping pills, he felt a splitting headache. Now, it felt like his entire head was about to

explode.

"Sir, are you alright? Do you need an ambulance?" A hotel staff member quickly ran over.

Kenneth shook his head. "No, I'm fine."

With that said, he turned and left.

...

Kenneth returned to the presidential suite of the hotel. He stood by the washbasin and splashed cold

water on his face. The icy water droplets fell along the pale contours of his face.