hollywood billionaire

Chapter 559 Barbara's Townhouse 2.0
The moment the words left his mouth, Han Yi could no longer control himself.

The intense desire that had been forcibly suppressed for several days, the deep longing that had just been stirred up by an old hoodie, the surprise that the dream had suddenly come true when I thought I would have to wait two more days to meet... all these complex emotions converged into the most primal impulse at this moment.

He threw the hoodie and painkillers he was carrying onto the bed, then pulled the beauty in front of him into his arms and lowered his head to seal her red lips, which were still uttering fatal words of love.

Tomorrow's meeting with the Saudis?
What is the progress of the preparation for the Wave Music Fund?
Xiaoru, Youzhen, McGrady...

He put everything else behind him.

At this moment, his world consisted only of the Hungarian witch who had set him ablaze.

What would happen if you tried to provoke or flirt with a Scorpio when their passion was at its peak?
Han Yi showed Barbara everything without reservation, and Barbara experienced it all to the fullest.

Filled with aggression and possessiveness, devoid of any cautious probing, only the purest desire, Han Yi's arms tightly locked Barbara's slender waist like iron hoops, as if he wanted to meld her into his own body, making it impossible for her to escape from his side. He conquered, carrying the weariness of his journey and the longing of not seeing her for a full month, pouring all his emotions into it.

Barbara was initially taken a step back by the sudden and fierce attack, but she was not afraid at all. Instead, she responded with equal fervor, like a fuse being lit.

Her long arms wrapped tightly around Han Yi's neck, and she stood on tiptoe, defiantly yielding to his plundering.

The edge of the underwear rubbed against the soft fabric of the cashmere sweater, the two completely different sensations intertwining to create an even more deadly electric current that coursed through their pressed bodies...

"Aw!"

The plot takes a sharp turn as the two cry out in pain and release each other.

"Sorry." Han Yi apologized first. He shook his slightly numb hands and smiled wryly, "I forgot it's winter, a season where you can generate static electricity just by rubbing your clothes a couple of times."

"It's okay." Barbara couldn't help but chuckle when she saw Han Yi's pained expression. She covered her mouth, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents. "This just means there's a spark between us, in a physical sense."

"That's true." Han Yi nodded with a smile.

"Who said that to you?" Barbara gave him a charmingly glaring look, deliberately putting on a stern face and saying in a commanding tone, "Hurry up and take it off?"

Under these circumstances, how could Han Yi disobey orders? He quickly took off his clothes, embraced Barbara, and together they fell into the cloud-like softness of the bed.

Outside the window, London, bathed in the gentle winter sunlight, remained serene.

Inside the window, however, a long-brewing fire was just beginning to spread.

None of the following frames were allowed to pass censorship.

Only after forty minutes of close-quarters combat without any probing or maneuvering did the next part of the conversation finally take place in the room and could be recorded in writing.

"Although I already have a general idea of ​​the answer..."

Holding Barbara tightly in his arms without leaving a single gap, Han Yi breathed softly, trying to even out his completely disordered breathing, and asked intermittently.

"But why... are you in London?"

“You already know the answer… why… why are you asking me?” Barbara’s breathing was even more disordered than his. She pressed her burning cheek against Han Yi’s chest, feeling his strong heartbeat and listening to his disordered breathing for her sake. A huge sense of satisfaction welled up inside her. Her voice was soft and seductive, “Of course… of course it’s to give you a surprise, you idiot. Your girlfriend… is best at this.”

"So, you've been lying to me from the very beginning? The Paris shoot, the background noise during makeup... it was all fake?" Han Yi tightened his arms, gently stroking her smooth back, feeling its amazing elasticity and smoothness. "No, asking that just now seemed a bit silly... the correct question is, how did you make it all so convincing?" "It was all about mixing truth and fiction." Barbara adjusted her position, nestling more comfortably in his arms, finally catching her breath. "The shoot was real, but it happened last week. As for the background noise..."

At this point, she smiled slyly, like a mischievous kitten who had pulled off a prank: "Thanks to the almighty YouTube, I just randomly picked a 'Fashion Show Backstage Ambience' video and turned the volume up to the maximum. Pretty good, right? Doesn't it feel incredibly immersive?"

Han Yi paused for a moment, recalling the noisy conversation in French and English on the phone, as well as the occasional sounds of a hairdryer and metal tools clattering together. He then chuckled and kissed her forehead, saying, "It's not just good, it's flawless. I really thought you were so busy that you almost forgot where you were."

“Then I definitely have to make it look real,” Barbara said, raising her chin smugly. “Including saying ‘Oh, I remember now,’ and pretending I forgot to ask you to come and get something. If I answer too quickly, a suspicious Scorpio like you will definitely notice something’s wrong. Isn’t it normal for a really busy person who travels all over the world to occasionally forget a little thing or two?”

"Perfect logic, Miss Pavin." Han Yi pinched her cheek, completely convinced.

A witch is a witch; you can't outsmart her.

“Also, for a scam to seem real, most of the details have to be true. Including that hoodie.” Barbara drew circles on Han Yi’s chest with her fingertips. “I really… wore it to bed every night.”

"I know." Han Yi nodded seriously, teasing her on purpose, "I just smelled it, the smell is quite strong, you didn't wash it after bringing it back, did you?"

“Your Honor, this is slander!” Barbara exclaimed, her eyes wide. “I wash every day…every two days! When I’m on business trips, I use the hotel’s express laundry service. I just throw it in the laundry bag when I leave the house and I can wear it again when I come back in the evening…ah, speaking of which…”

Barbara seemed to remember something. She stretched out her slender arm, slightly bent her index and middle fingers, picked up the sweatshirt that had been thrown in the corner of the bed, and handed it to him: "Change your sweater later and wear this."

"Why?" Han Yi narrowed his eyes mischievously. "It doesn't taste like me anymore, so you want to add a little more, right?"

"You know, but you still ask."

Barbara looked completely at ease, not at all embarrassed, and instead smiled brightly at him.

That's what it is.

Craving your boyfriend's scent and sleeping in his clothes—isn't that the most natural thing in the world? Just admit it openly, what's there to be shy about?
"you do not mind?"

"Of course I don't mind, but..."

Han Yi deliberately dragged out his tone, and quietly gathered strength in both hands.

"but?"

"But I think, rather than let the sweater smell like me..."

Amid Barbara's gasp, Han Yi suddenly grabbed her waist, flipped her over, and switched their positions again. She landed on the bottom, while Han Yi, like a beast that had been poised for a long time, braced his arms on either side of her body, completely enveloping her in his shadow.

He gazed down at her. In his eyes surged a flame that even he himself found unfamiliar—a flame of desire, of conquest, and of love for the girl before him, a love that had gradually seeped into his very bones.

He lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, his voice hoarse and dangerous:
"I'd rather you just get my scent on you."

"Um, Yi! It wasn't just now..." Barbara's question was cut off, leaving only muffled sobs, "Ah... um... why are you doing this again..."

"Don't ask... your boyfriend was really something today!"

(End of this chapter)