My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth) novel Chapter 465

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.

Alright, she felt despised!

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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?"

"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.

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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.