After staring for an entire day, William finally walked out of the study in a good mood and kissed Jessie, who was preparing dinner in the kitchen.
Jessie happily turned around and kissed William, "One more dish is ready, go help me set the table."
"Okay," William smiled and nodded, "I hope you've prepared enough food, otherwise we won't have the strength to work out at night."
Jessie, who was still not used to William's teasing, couldn't help but raise the wooden spatula in her hand, "If you talk nonsense again, I won't let you on my bed."
"Hehe, it's not bad for us to work out on the sofa in the living room."
"Screw you," Jessie pushed William out of the kitchen and finished the last dish with a red face and a thumping heart.
After dinner, the two inevitably rolled together.
The next morning, it was only seven o 'clock. William, who fooled around with Jessie until 12 o' clock, was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by Sunday, "Sir, Mrs. Lena called to remind you that Mrs. Lena already knows about what happened the night before."
William, who was in a daze, immediately opened his eyes and let go of Jessie. He put on a long robe and walked to the balcony with his phone. He saw that there were already many policemen and soldiers standing guard on both sides of the Champs Elysees.
From 10 o 'clock in the morning, this street would be celebrating the victory of World War I.
"Ah," before she could say anything, William deliberately yawned and complained, "Mom, didn't I talk to you on the phone yesterday? Why did you call me so early today? "
"Are you still not awake?" Hearing her son acting like a rascal, Lena, who was furious, could only helplessly say, "It seems that you're really fine. The night before the explosion, not only did you not dare to tell me, but you also have the mood to fool around with women. Also, don't tell me that the woman in Paris with you is a pickpocket."
"God, mom, can we not talk about my privacy? As for Jessie, I promise that she's a good girl who hasn't even had a boyfriend. Also, I don't want to be a saint. It's not a bad thing to leave some flaws for others to see. "
"Ha, you really know how to find excuses for your actions. Forget it, as long as you're fine. In the end, Abigail saw the news and drove to Paris. She should be here soon, hahaha, good luck, my child."
After hanging up the phone, William went back to his room to take a shower and change, not long after, he heard Sunday's report. he walked to the balcony and saw a silver Aston Martin DB9, slowly approaching the villa.
Without William's instructions, Sunday automatically opened the electronic door for Abigail.
Abigail, "Abigail," Abigail, "Abigail," Abigail, "Abigail,"
Abigail nodded happily and did not notice anything wrong. William said to Sunday helplessly, "Call a helicopter. We're going to the Chantilly Castle."
"I'm sorry, sir, but a helicopter definitely can't fly in at this time. If you want to leave, you have to drive. In another hour, the entire Champs-Elysees will be closed."
That's right, there will be a celebration parade outside in three hours. It would be strange if a helicopter could fly in.
It seems that Abigail picked this time to see Jessie. He turned and went into the master bedroom. He kissed Jessie, who was pretending to be asleep after waking up, and said, "We have guests. Get up quickly and accompany Abigail and me to the Chantilly Castle in the suburbs of Paris."
Jessie, who could not pretend anymore, sat up and hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Dear, I heard from Sunday that Miss Abigail is in charge of the Chantilly Castle. Will she be unhappy if I go?"
"Don't worry, I promise Abigail won't be angry. She's smarter than you think and knows what to do. Besides, you're the hostess here."
Hearing William directly say that she was the hostess here, Jessie could not help but smile. William shamelessly took the opportunity to say, "From now on, you'll be staying in Paris and the winery, and Abigail will be in charge of the Chantilly Castle. You'll have a lot of opportunities to meet."
"But I'm a little afraid to see her. Miss Abigail is not only a double doctorate holder, but also a super female top student who was in charge of the National Archives. What can I talk to her about?" Jessie buried his head in the quilt and lamented, "About how to guard against pickpockets? Or how to teach her how to steal your wallet? "
"Hehe, it seems that you've done a lot of homework these days. You actually know Abigail so well?" Knowing that he was a latecomer, Jessie was not as repulsed by Abigail as William imagined. "You can talk about red wine. Abigail definitely doesn't know as much about red wine as you do."
These words made Jessie's eyes light up. Finding something better than Abigail, Jessie's face showed a little smile. William looked at him and shook his head, "Well, she's already here. Are you still going to hide? I'll go down first. Hurry up and come down too. "
Clenching his teeth and watching William leave, Jessie unwillingly punched the pillow a few times. But since William stood in front of him last night, Jessie knew in his heart that he could not leave William. He pulled his hair and scolded a few times before getting up to wash up.
Walking downstairs, William directly hugged Abigail and covered her mouth. Abigail, who was so angry that she wanted to speak, fiercely twisted his waist a few times.
Releasing the weak Abigail, William shamelessly said, "I haven't seen you for so long. I miss you so much, dear."
Abigail, who was originally kissed by William, immediately rolled her eyes when she heard this. She punched William's shoulder fiercely, "Are you serious this time?"
William knew what Abigail meant. It was not that he had not looked for other women outside before, but he had never bought a house to live together with Jessie.
Shrugging, William pretended to be helpless, "I don't know why. I just want Jessie to belong to me like you."
"Bastard." Without giving Abigail a chance to complain, William kissed her again. When she was in a daze again, he said proudly, "I haven't eaten the breakfast you made for me in a long time. I want a double, my dear."
"Don't even think about it. This is not my territory. Why should I make breakfast for you?"
Just as they were talking, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a call from Ambrosio. This made Abigail, who also saw the caller ID, glare at William hatefully and say unhappily, "I'll go make breakfast."
After talking sweet nothings for half an hour and stopping Ambrosio from coming to Paris, William hung up.
He threw down his phone and turned on the TV. He saw that the news was about his new lover and unlucky being attacked by an explosion. Fortunately, this time, no one thought that the target of the attack was William.
"Who released this news?" William asked Sunday.
"The French government, there was large-scale chaos in many places in Paris last night. In order to divert the topic and reduce the pressure of public opinion, France released this news while you were resting."
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