My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth) novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472 

Arabella tickled him while rubbing his neck with her fair, radiant face. 

Holding her slender waist with his strong arm, Kenneth helped her to sit straight and forced her to look at him. His eyes looked unfathomable, preventing others from seeing through his mind. After a long while, he said in a husky voice, “Bella, stop playing with me. My illness is serious. Even if I don’t talk about it bluntly, you should be aware that I don’t dare to tie the knot with you. So, stop being so nice to me. We don’t have a future.” 

Arabella fixed her bright eyes on his handsome face and replied, “Yep. I understand. But Mr. Lucero, I’ll save you.”"No, you can't." 

Arabella shook her head, curled up her red, soft lips, and continued, “I can save you. But I still need several days. During this period, you have to endure it. I want to stay with you.” 

This was her biggest selfish motive. She knew he was in poor health now, but she couldn’t save him right away because she wanted to stay with him. 

“Bella…” 

Arabella immediately interrupted him, “Mr. Lucero, you’re not enthusiastic about me anymore. You were not like this before. Could it be that you think I'm not attractive anymore after the feeling of freshness wears out? You don’t even want to… touch me.” 

Kenneth quickly sat up, leaned his broad back against the head of the bed, and held her in his arms. His thin lips landed on her cheek as he spoke, “Mrs. Lucero, I'm so lost in your charm. Don’t you know how charming you are?” 

… 

Kenneth initially thought he would have insomnia tonight. However, after playing with Arabella for a while and when holding her in his arms at midnight, he gradually felt sleepy and fell asleep. 

“Bella,” He called with his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His voice was very husky as if his throat had been scorched by a live charcoal. 

Arabella’s eyes looked misty, but there were some traces of tears on her beautiful face. Seeing him wake up, she immediately complained in an aggrieved voice, “Mr. Lucero, it’s so hurting…” 

Kenneth reached out to pull her over and asked in a husky, ferocious voice, “Do you f*cking know what you’re doing?" 

“I know. I'm having sex with you!” 

Kenneth closed his eyes, gradually losing his self-control. Pressing the tip of his tongue against his cheek, he stared at her gloomily and eagerly, saying, “You’re asking for this.” 

He rolled over and pressed her down…