Free Web NovelChapter 217: Chapter 220: Who’s Better-Looking, Felix Preston or Me?
"Charlotte, I missed you so much..."
Felix Preston whispered passionately in Charlotte Shaw’s ear as he kissed her.
Charlotte Shaw, completely swept away by his sweet talk, muddledly ended up doing something a little naughty with him.
"You charmer!"
Afterward, Charlotte Shaw cursed, her face flushed with a mixture of shame and indignation.
Felix Preston held her and placated her, "Yes, yes, you’re right. I’m the charmer. I’m the one who tempted my Charlotte."
Charlotte Shaw pinched his cheek, annoyed and exasperated. "I already told you, using that method too often will... you know... affect you. Can’t you just try to hold back? What are we going to do if your... abilities... are actually affected?"
"...Are you looking down on me, Charlotte?" While Charlotte Shaw was worried about Felix Preston’s health, Felix was getting hung up on his male pride.
Charlotte Shaw said, "...I’m not looking down on you. I’m just concerned about your health."
Felix Preston didn’t listen. "I’m a little upset, but I can understand why you’d look down on me, Charlotte. After all, we’ve only been together twice. The first time, neither of us was sober. The second time, you were pregnant, and I didn’t dare to be rough at all."
"You..." Charlotte Shaw was taken aback by his bluntness, her already flushed face turning as red as an apple.
"You haven’t truly experienced what I’m capable of, so it’s natural to have doubts." Felix Preston lowered his gaze, his deep eyes lingering on her face. "We have a long life ahead of us. Once you’ve fully recovered, I’ll show you just how unnecessary your worries are!"
As soon as the words were out, Felix Preston gave Charlotte Shaw a firm but gentle slap on the butt.
Charlotte Shaw’s body trembled, and suddenly the whole room felt thick with a sensual atmosphere.
"...Going to sleep!"
Too embarrassed to face him, she turned over, burrowed into the covers, and pretended to be asleep.
Felix Preston hugged her from behind, contentedly burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Go to sleep."
After their morning shenanigans, the two of them held each other and fell into a deep sleep, not waking up with hungry stomachs until almost noon.
Felix Preston didn’t have to go to his studio until the afternoon, so Charlotte Shaw, seeing there was still plenty of time, pulled him into learning a hand gesture dance in their room.
They danced for a full hour before they finally overcame their awkwardness and started to look more synchronized.
Charlotte Shaw propped up her phone and diligently recorded a few sample videos. Then, she picked the best one and posted it as a treat for her fans.
However, since Charlotte Shaw was skilled at drawing drafts but not at producing dance videos, the masterpiece she and Felix Preston had so carefully selected was, unsurprisingly, met with gentle mockery from their fans.
Other people’s hand gesture dances had cute special effects, but hers and Felix Preston’s had none, relying entirely on their two beautiful faces to carry the video.
"If you get a little closer, I’ll hold your hand..."
"If I get a little braver, I’ll go with you..."
In the video, the two of them made hand gestures to the music. Although their movements were a bit stiff, they also forgot a good number of the moves.
The only saving grace was at the end, when Felix Preston couldn’t help but pull Charlotte Shaw into a hug, giving their fans a massive dose of public display of affection.
With the fuel of this PDA, the fans couldn’t even be bothered to mock them anymore.
[AHHHHH!! This is so sweet I’m gonna pass out! A real couple is the best ship!]
[HOLY CRAP, how is Bloom Preston’s husband so handsome?! That god-tier face, that broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted physique—he could debut as a celebrity right now!]
[Bloom Preston, you have a husband this handsome and you’re only showing him off now? Are you treating us like outsiders or what?]
[...A man that handsome is your husband? Bloom, how could you be eating so well behind our backs!]
[The video is thirty seconds long. For twenty of those seconds, Felix Preston is sneaking glances at his wife. For the other ten, Felix Preston is sneaking glances at his wife through the video’s reflection. Analysis complete: Felix Preston is a super love-brained, wife-doting man.]
[Handsome, rich, AND completely love-brained! Bloom Preston, how can you be eating this well!!!]
The video was posted just ten minutes ago, but the comments section already had over three hundred entries.
Willow Quincy leaned languidly on the sofa, slowly scrolling through the comments under the video on his phone.
He was just beginning to recover from a major injury, and his spirit and energy had not yet fully returned, leaving him looking rather listless. Moreover, the long period of being comatose and bedridden had caused him to lose a great deal of weight. The overcoat that once fit him perfectly now hung far too loosely, so large that it made his body look skeletal, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
"Mr. Quin—" Wyatt stood opposite Willow Quincy, wanting to say something but not daring to.
Willow Quincy had always been a man who never showed his emotions. To gauge his mood, one only needed to see if he was silent.
Wyatt had followed him for nearly ten years and knew clearly: the more silent he was, the more dangerous he was.
Just like now.
He had been leaning on the sofa, looking at his phone for a long time. Wyatt didn’t know what he was looking at, only that he hadn’t said a single word since the moment he’d turned on the screen.
"If you get a little closer, I’ll hold your hand..."
"If I get a little braver, I’ll go with you..."
The music played on a loop from the phone. Willow Quincy’s eyes were downcast, his thick lashes concealing all emotion. Wyatt couldn’t see his gaze, but he could feel the atmospheric pressure around him dropping bit by bit, a stark contrast to the sweet music.
"...Keith Wyatt."
After an unknown amount of time, Willow Quincy suddenly called out Keith Wyatt’s name.
"...Yes!" Keith Wyatt scrambled to respond. "I’m here, Mr. Quincy."
Willow Quincy lifted his eyes to look at him, his gaze as placid as a deep pool, betraying no emotion. "Do you think... Felix Preston is handsome?"
"...Huh?" The question was so strange that Keith Wyatt just stared blankly, completely at a loss for how to answer.
Willow Quincy’s lips twitched into a pale smile. "What ’huh’? I’m asking you if Felix Preston is handsome. Just tell me the truth."
"Well..." Keith Wyatt furrowed his brow, phrasing his words diplomatically. "There’s certainly nothing wrong with Felix Preston’s face, but I believe that in business, you can’t just rely on looks. Ability and methods are what count."
"Nothing wrong with it..." Willow Quincy automatically ignored the second half of his sentence, a humorless smile playing on his lips. "So what you mean is, you also think he’s very handsome?"
Keith Wyatt held his breath. "...Yes. He is quite good-looking."
Willow Quincy said, "Oh."
His reaction was faint; he didn’t seem to be angry at Keith Wyatt’s answer.
Keith Wyatt watched him uneasily. Just as he was about to say something to disparage Felix Preston, he heard Willow Quincy ask another question: "And what about me? What do you think of my looks?"
Keith Wyatt said, "...You are very handsome, Mr. Quincy!"
Willow Quincy turned off his phone screen and stared at his reflection in the dark surface. "Compared to Felix Preston? Who’s better looking, him or me?"
