My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 465

A rosy hue spread on Arabella's smooth and tender skin. She turned around, extending her fair fingers

and daringly lifting the handsome man's jaw. "That's right, Mr. Lucero. I have plenty of resources here.

I'm a female landowner. How about you stay here as my kept man? I'll take care of you."

The concept of being "kept" was not in Kenneth's dictionary. He lowered his gaze, emitting a pure and

clean masculine aura. "So, you want me to be your gigolo? You are lusting after me, aren't you?"

With a blushed face, Arabella provocatively looked at him. "Nonsense! How could I be lusting after

you? I'm just hungry for you!"

Kenneth's eyes burned with desire, and he leaned towards her rosy lips.

Startled, Arabella gasped, quickly grabbed a strawberry, and stuffed it into his mouth. She retreated

from his embrace and began to cook the macaroni seriously. "Mr. Lucero, you'd better behave. On my

turf, you must listen to me!"

Kenneth chewed on the strawberry, and the sweet taste filled his mouth. He reached out and pinched

her pretty face. "If you want to keep me, the land you have won't be enough, understand, Mrs.

Lucero?"

Arabella was left speechless. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Alright, she felt despised!

...

They ate the macaroni together. Alma's elbow macaroni with her exclusive sauce was quite delicious.

Arabella stood up, "Mr. Lucero, you wash the dishes."

Kenneth tidied up the bowls and chopsticks, then glanced at her. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to do your laundry." Arabella hurried into the room.

At this moment, Beverly walked in, holding several sets of new clothes, and respectfully said to

Kenneth, "Sir, I made a few new outfits for you and Ms. Snyder. Would you like to try them on?"

Judging from the premium fabric and the exquisite hand-stitched embroidery, Kenneth could tell this

was the work of a skilled Hilde embroiderer.

"Just leave them there."

"Yes, Sir."

Beverly put the clothes down.

Suddenly, Arabella exclaimed from inside the room, "Jessie, why did you rewash my clothes?"

Jessie was holding a cloth, wiping the glass as she passed, leaving it shining. She looked at Arabella

distressedly, "Ms. Snyder, I didn't wash them. I didn't touch your intimate wear."

"..."

Arabella scratched her head. These ladies always did this, handling all the cooking and laundry so that

she only needed to boil water and wash her intimate wear. They always involved her, and she only had

to do little chores herself!

"Jessie!"

"Ms. Snyder, are you angry? Do you think we are too old to clean properly?"

Arabella was left speechless again.

The ladies always played this trick on her every time. Oh well, she lost again.

...

After washing the dishes, Kenneth entered the room. Arabella had already washed their intimate wear,

and the clothes emitted a faint laundry detergent fragrance. She stood on the balcony, hanging their

underwear to dry.