Chapter 1225 - The Wedding (5) (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“Master…”

Fan Men rushed over, he seemed to have something important to report to Lu Yeming, but he froze outside.

The door was ajar and he could see the scene inside.

Tang Mo’er slumped against the bed frame, her hair somewhat messy and she was innocent-looking yet charming nonetheless. Lu Yeming leaned forward, supporting himself with one hand beside her head as they were in an intimate, ambiguous position.

Fan Men’s heart palpitated, his expression changed.

So he had guessed right.

That precious someone in Master’s heart was actually her! Fan Men turned around, noticing the person who came from behind.

A string of steady footsteps was heard and a pair of polished black leather shoes were on the ground. Gu Mohan had come.

Gu Mohan wore a black coat outside, a striped vest inside with a glistening pin on it, exuding a dignified aura like the business magnate he was. Taking off his black leather gloves, he passed it to his secretary, Yan Doing, and walked over.

Fan Men’s expression was off and Gu Mohan merely gave him a glance, remaining composed as he paused in front of the ajar door.

He looked inside the room with narrowed eyes.

…

In the room.

Lu Yeming looked at Tang Mo’er, stretching his hand out to caress her face. But he moved differently this time, raking his fingers through her smooth hair, holding her face gently.

“Mo’er…” he called her.

He hadn’t called her Sister.

He called her Mo’er.

That was a first.

Tang Mo’er slowly balled her hands into fists.

Lu Yeming moved his fingers, holding the back of her head as he brushed his thumb against her forehead. After a while, he held her hand, placing it on his chest.

Tang Mo’er felt it.

She felt the necklace around his neck, it was hidden underneath his white shirt.

It was left behind by Lin Xuanji, he had been wearing it, closest to his heart. My Love.

This necklace hadn’t been given to anyone, but it actually had an owner long ago.

Lu Yeming’s throat was sore, no longer composed as he usually would be. He wanted to say many things, so he called her name gently, “Mo’er…”

“Yeming, I called you because I wanted to tell you I haven’t been drugged.”

Though her sensual voice rang in his ears, all feelings of passion and love instantly dissipated. Lu Yeming lifted his eyes slowly, looking at Tang Mo’er.

Tang Mo’er was looking at him too. She wasn’t convinced, she was uncertain about it. But after he called her ‘Mo’er’, because of ‘My Love’, she was certain.

He actually…

Tang Mo’er’s eyes gave away her sorrow, her heart ached.

Tang Mo’er then withdrew her tiny hand with some force, flinging her wrist out of his tight grip.

His hand now empty, Lu Yeming was at a loss of what to do. This secret that he had kept deep inside his heart had now been discovered, she had found out about it.

What about in the future?

How was he going to interact with her next time?

Knock knock knock. Someone was knocking on the door rhythmically.