My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 8

While saying that, Arabella pointed at Leia and looked at Kenneth, "This is what she said."

Leia and Kelsey were stunned. "This man is really a gigolo kept by Arabella?" they thought.

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Leia felt a massive slap on her face.

The storekeeper took out a cake filled with strawberry jam. Kenneth took the cake and said to Arabella,

"Let's go. Time to go back."

"Okay," Arabella followed Kenneth and left. She even looked back and waved to Leia, "Bye-bye."

Leia was dumbfounded. She didn't expect Arabella was really keeping a top-notch gigolo by her side.

Kelsey said mindlessly, "Leia, it seems that you really need to bow down before Arabella soon."

Leia glared at Kelsey quickly and fiercely.

Kelsey immediately let out an awkward smile and said, "Leia, I mean, the gigolo that Arabella is

keeping is so handsome. I wonder how much does it cost to keep him?"

Kenneth didn't even glance at Leia throughout the process earlier. He treated her almost as if she didn't

exist. This had made Leia, who was always confident in her beauty, feel very defeated and frustrated.

However, Kelsey's words quickly reminded Leia that Kenneth was just a gigolo that Arabella was

keeping. She could pay him more money to snatch him to her side.

Leia was excited at the thought of this.

"Manager, give me the cake that I bought. We're going back." Leia went to get her cake.

The storekeeper refused to, "I'm sorry, two young ladies. I'll refund the money to you. I can even double

the compensation. However, I can no longer give this cake to you."

"Why?" Leia and Kelsey were stunned.

The storekeeper smiled lightly, "Because I'm going to feed this cake to my dog."

What?

Leia slammed the table and stood up, "Manager, what do you mean? Are you humiliating us?"

The storekeeper replied, "Am I not being obvious enough? You have offended a powerful person. I

would rather feed this cake to a dog than give you to eat!"

...

The luxurious car stopped at Floweret Garden. Kenneth handed the luxury card to Arabella, "This is for

you."

Arabella's thick eyelashes trembled. She wondered why Kenneth was giving her a bank card.

"I don't want it," she refused.

Kenneth smiled, "You certainly can't afford to support a gigolo like me. However, I am capable of

feeding you, my Mrs. Lucero."

My Mrs. Lucero...

When Kenneth murmured these words with a magnetic voice, Arabella could feel her heart fluttering.

Her heartbeat was already out of rhythm.

Arabella quickly opened the passenger door and got out of the car.

"This man is really alluring," she thought.

Arabella carefully put the luxury card into her handbag and entered the living room. Sharon greeted her

with a smile, "Bella, you're back. Did everything go well during your visit to your parent's house?"

"Everything went well, grandmother. Let's eat cake together."

Sharon's eyes lit up. She quickly walked into the living room. She was rubbing her hands because of

excitement, "Cake is good. I like to eat cake the most."

Kenneth walked into the house. He didn't head towards the living room but went upstairs directly.

However, he stopped on the stairs and set his gaze on Sharon, "Grandmother, you have high blood

pressure. A bite of the cake is enough."

Sharon was stuffing another bite of cake into her mouth. She replied seriously, "I know. I just want to

take a bite to give the cake a taste. It's so sweet."

Arabella found Sharon's response to be funny. Arabella raised her head to look at the man on the

stairs, "Do you want to eat cake?"

Kenneth didn't like sweets, "No."

"Ok."

"On the corners of your mouth..."

Kenneth was looking at Arabella's small face. A corner of the veil was slightly lifted because of eating

cake, revealing her delicate jaw and half-covered red lips.

Arabella's lips were beautiful. They were cherry-colored.

Previously, there was a magazine that had selected lips that would urge men to kiss whenever they

saw them. Arabella's lips were one of them.

Now, there was some cream on Arabella's lips.

Upon Kenneth's reminder, Arabella extended her tongue and licked that bit of cream into her mouth. It

was an instinctive movement of a young girl.

When she looked at Kenneth again, he was glancing at her red lips while raising his hand to pull the tie

on his collar. He walked upstairs and entered the study room with his throat rolling.

Arabella's fair earlobes turned red because of shyness. Kenneth's action of pulling the tie was very

seductive, as if he was enticing her through his eyes.

Arabella quickly pulled out a tissue and wiped her lips hardly.

Suddenly, the butler guided an old man upstairs. Arabella asked, "Grandmother, who's that person?"

"Oh, that's Mr. Norman. He visits here once a month."

Arabella's heart skipped a beat. Davon Norman was a world-renowned hypnotherapist. It was natural

for her to have heard of him since she studied medicine.

"Mr. Norman actually came to visit here. He must be here to treat Kenneth's sleep disorder. It seems

that his sleep disorder is more severe than I imagined," Arabella thought.

...

Arabella was worried. So, she came to the entrance of the study room. Suddenly, a strange noise came

out of the room. Arabella was shocked. She quickly pushed open the door.

The study room was in a mess. All the documents on the desk had fallen onto the carpet on the

ground. Davon's pocket watch was also smashed into pieces.

Kenneth was standing in front of the desk with his two big hands pressing against the table. The blue

veins on his palms were bulging violently. His sturdy chest was moving up and down. He was breathing

heavily like a beast.

Kenneth raised his head as he heard the sound of the door opening. Arabella looked into his deep

narrow eyes. His eyes were scary, red, and ferocious.

The current Kenneth looked like a different person.

Arabella was no longer new to this person. She had just met him last night.

The two looked at each other. Kenneth pressed his thin lips harshly until turning pale. He said in a deep

voice, "Get out!"

Arabella stood still and didn't move.

The butler picked up the broken pocket watch and guided Davon to leave the room. Then, he closed

the door.

A door that separated two worlds.

Arabella looked at Davon, "Mr. Norman, how is he?"

Davon shook his head, "In the beginning, I can still hypnotize Mr. Lucero and let him rest properly for a

day in a month. However, his mental condition has deteriorated too quickly. Mr. Lucero is extremely

alert and very defensive. I can no longer hypnotize him."

Arabella wasn't surprised. Kenneth was a mature and restrained man who rarely displayed his

emotions. Such a man was calm and self-controlled, almost like a monster.

Arabella lowered her gaze lightly. Then, she reached out for the doorknob, wanting to go in.

"Mrs. Lucero, you can't. It's dangerous for you to go in now. Have you forgotten what happened last

night?" The butler, Bryson, quickly stopped Arabella.

Arabella looked at Bryson with clear eyes, "Bryson, it's exactly because I haven't forgotten what

happened, I want to go in. Once a sleep disorder develops into a mental illness, he won't be able to

control the gloomy, irritable, and sick side of him. Once he splits into a second personality, the second

personality could replace him entirely."

Bryson's face turned pale.

Arabella pushed the door and entered the study room.

...

In the study room, Kenneth was looking at Arabella, who had just gone and returned. The gloominess

in his expression turned stronger, "Go out, don't let me repeat for the third time!"

Arabella stepped forward. Her watery dark eyes were overflowing with a bright smile, "Mr. Lucero, I

want to try what will happen if you repeat your words for the third time."

Kenneth was feeling uncomfortable. The blue veins on his forehead were bulging. He was slowly losing

control of his body. He didn't want to hurt Arabella.

He reached out to clasp Arabella's slim arm and said forcefully, "Get out!"

He pushed her away.

Arabella didn't stand still and fell onto the carpet. Her forehead hit the sharp corner of the coffee table,

and blood was pouring out.

Ouch.

Arabella groaned in pain and covered the wound with her hand. Fresh, red blood was flowing out

between her fingers.