My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 552

Kenneth looked at her bright clear pupils and asked, "Do you still want me to help Donavan?"

"It's not about helping Donavan. This is a fierce competition. Someone has attacked Donavan, who is

our team captain. I need to retrieve the surveillance footage..."

"So what?" interrupted Kenneth.

"What?" Arabella looked at him.

Kenneth leaned back lazily against the back seat, his handsome brow filled with the indifference of a

successful businessman. "What does all this have to do with me?"

"..."

"It's your own trouble. Why should I help you solve it? Arabella, I have no interest in what you just said.

If you're smart, you should use the time I still have patience for you to say... the things one should say

when seeking help." NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Half of the hot-blooded determination in Arabella's mind cooled down. Yes, why should he help her? He

was just a businessman now, no longer her Mr. Lucero.

Arabella tugged at her slender white fingers and met his gaze with her clear watery eyes. "What do you

want? What do you need in order to help me? Since you've stopped the car, it must be because you

want something from me."

Kenneth frowned, his powerful sword-like eyebrows creased, and his big hand forcefully gripped her

slender waist, longing to break it.

"Is this your attitude when seeking help? How do you know that I would fall for this? There are many

people who want my help. You're already planning to take advantage of my power before even climbing

into my bed. Do you really consider me your partner?"?

Arabella's face turned pale She knew his eloquence well. If he wanted to humiliate someone, he didn't

need to resort to open conflict. With just a few words, he could flay and cripple a person.

He had always believed that she wanted to use him to climb the social ladder. He had always believed

that she wasn't a good girl.

It was a waste of time here. It would be better to return to the court as soon as possible. The second

half of the game was about to begin.

"Never mind, I'll figure it out myself. Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Lucero." Arabella used both her hands

and feet to climb down from his sturdy thigh.

Kenneth's gaze darkened, and his handsome face became so gloomy. His greatest pride was his self-

control, and no one had ever been able to affect his emotions.

But she did it. She easily ignited his anger.

Kenneth pulled her back with his strong arm, embracing her soft waist. "Arabella, are you joking? Who

gave you the permission to come and go as you please?"

Arabella's delicate body crashed into his solid chest, like hitting a wall. She immediately winced in pain,

her hands pushing against him, trying to free herself. "What are you doing? Let me go!"

Kenneth remained unmoved, coldly watching her struggle in his arms like a little kitten. He used two

slender fingers to pinch her small chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze. "What am I to you,

huh? When you're in a good mood, you lure me in, but once I fall for it, you give me a cold shoulder. No

one has dared to treat me like this. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

With that, he lowered his head and fiercely kissed her rosy lips.

Arabella's clear pupils contracted sharply. She didn't expect him to kiss her so aggressively, as if

deliberately trying to hurt her.

She clenched her fists and forcefully tried to push him away, tightly biting her teeth, refusing to open

her mouth, struggling hard and refusing to let him kiss her.

Kenneth restrained her in his arms, but her supple body continued to squirm. He felt as if he wasn't

punishing her, but punishing himself.

A hint of lust tinged his narrow eyes, and seeing that she refused to open her mouth, he reached out to

pinch her cheeks, making them swell. In a coarse voice, he threatened her, "Open your mouth!"

No!

Arabella stared angrily at him with her clear, round eyes.