Spontaneous Marriage

Chapter 35: How Do You Think?

Chapter 35: How Do You Think?She instinctively refused, "My driving skills are not good, what should I do if I get into a car accident."

Lewis frowned and was a little embarrassed. "What should I do? My husband just called and said that he wanted to go on a temporary business trip. My daughter is alone at home. If I don't go back, she won't have dinner."

"I see." Bell, Lewis's daughter, had seen her before. Once, something happened to the child at school, Lewis had no time to go. It was Bell who pretended to be the aunt of the child, went to see the teacher, and took the child to wait for her mother to get off work. "Since there is something to do in your family, you can go."

"Then I'll leave Mr. Johnson to you."

Bell had no choice but to nod.

At this time, Johnson came out of the private room. Lewis explained the situation. Johnson said yes and asked her to go first.

Lewis took her bag, patted Bell on the shoulder, and hurried downstairs.

There were only Bell and Johnson left outside the room. Bell looked at the red mark on the man's lips and felt guilty. "Did I bite him too hard just now?"

But whoever asked him to kiss me first, I was in self-defense, not hurting anyone.

While she was thinking, Johnson had already walked to the elevator. Bell quickly followed him and stood behind him, like a child who had done something wrong.

When the elevator arrived, she pressed the button for the first floor.

This was the second time that Bell had driven Johnson's car. Moreover, she had been familiar with the structure of the car for a month. This time, she started the car without much effort.

Johnson sat in the co－pilot's seat. Probably because he had drunk some, his head was a little heavy. He leaned against the window and closed his eyes.

Bell was about to step on the accelerator. When she saw him leaning his head against the window, she reminded him, "Mr. Johnson, do you want me to find a cushion for you?" Last time, she clearly remembered that there was a small neck guard in the back seat.

Johnson didn't say anything but said "yes" in her nose.

Bell turned around and searched for a while, but she couldn't find the little pillow from last time. She wondered if it was put in the back trunk, so she got out of the car. She opened the back trunk and looked around, but she couldn't find it.

In the end, she returned to the driver's seat empty－handed. She felt a little embarrassed and felt that she had been too talkative just now.

After thinking for a while, she folded the work suit she had changed into a ball and handed it over. "I didn't find a pillow, so use it."

Luis Johnson raised his eyes slightly but did not take it. He just tilted his head listlessly.

Rebecca Bell knew what he meant, so she leaned over and put the clothes on his head.

Because of her posture, her whole body was almost pressed on him. Bell tried her best to tell herself to stay focused. But now it seemed that Johnson had not slept. He half-closed his eyes and just stared at her, who was throwing herself into his arms.

Bell's face turned red, and she gritted her teeth. It took her a lot of effort to put her clothes under his head. She quickly stepped back and started the car in a hurry.

Because she had been to Johnson's house last time, Bell knew the way.

Inside the carriage, one was asleep and the other was driving. They did not speak at all. It was extremely quiet.

It was not until they were halfway through the car that Bell accidentally glanced at the oil gauge and saw a gas station nearby. She asked, "Mr. Johnson, the car is running out of oil. I can drive you home, but I don't think you can go out tomorrow. Do you want to add oil?"

Johnson did not speak but still fell asleep.

Bell didn't know if he was asleep or not, so she couldn't decide on her own. She shrugged, walked past the car, and continued to drive forward.

But less than two minutes later, the man beside her suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "You know there's no oil left. Why don't you add more?"

Bell was speechless. It turned out that he didn't sleep. Since he didn't sleep, why didn't say it when she asked just now? It was already over, and she had to go to the front to make a turn. It was so troublesome!

She muttered in her heart, but she couldn't say anything. She just muttered, "I see."

When they arrived at the traffic light in front of them, Bell turned the road and drove back to the gas station.

Bell came up with the money for refueling and took many times in the car of Mr. Johnson. Even if she got a taxi, it would still be charged. She could take it as her fare.

But as soon as she took out the wallet, a shining gold card was handed over.

Bell said politely, "Mr. Johnson, let me do it. I'm embarrassed to take your car."

Johnson raised his eyebrows and felt that Bell did not care about the identity of "Luis Johnson's wife".

He handed the card to the cheering staff with a sullen face. The staff took the card and left. Bell slowly took back her wallet and felt that she overestimated herself. How could a man like Mr. Johnson covet hundreds of yuan for gas?

After a while, the staff returned the card. Bell was curious about how there was a gold card. When she took it, she couldn't help glancing at it and found that it was a VIP diamond card.

Indeed, there would only be species of rich people.

"Pretty?" The man's voice sounded in her ear.

Bell thought that after looking at it for a long time, the owner of the card was unhappy, so she hurriedly handed it over. "No, I just want to have a look."

"If you like it, take it." He didn't take it and said casually, "Anyway, there will be a lot of things to buy in the future. When you move in, you need to buy some household equipment."

Bell was speechless. The change in topic was too fast. If it wasn't about the card, why did they suddenly talk about living together?

Bell had already made up her mind. If Johnson insisted on living with her, she would sleep in a room by herself and not disturb each other with him, just like sharing a rented house. However, on this day, she also thought that if Johnson did not say anything, she would simply fight to the end. She would live in her own home and try not to move to his house. After all, it would be troublesome to move back after the divorce in half a year.

However, now that Johnson mentioned it, Bell did not know how to answer it.

Looking at her embarrassed little face, Johnson showed a sneer as expected. He reminded her, "I've said that I'll find someone to carry the luggage tomorrow. If you don't move it, I'll move it. What do you think?"

"Mr. Johnson."Bell licked her lips and said hesitantly, "If, I mean if, if I move in, do I have my room?"

Rebecca Bell even thought this question. And she was smarter than he thought.

Luis Johnson raised his eyebrows and said indifferently, "Do you think I'm interested in you?"

"That's not what I meant." Bell blushed and said, "It's just that it's always inconvenient for men and women, let alone we're not..."

Bell didn't say the last two words, but Johnson also knew that. He sneered in his heart. He tried his best to guide her and tell her that they were a normal couple, but she occupied one side and believed that they were fake.

Their thoughts were not on the same level. When they talked, it was just like cast pearls before swine.

He pursed his lips and said, "There are two rooms. You can choose one." As long as he brought her into the house first, one room or two rooms, one or two beds, it was just a matter of time.

Hearing his words, Bell was relieved. She pursed her lips and smiled. "I'll go back to pack tonight."

Johnson did not speak. He leaned against the "pillow" and closed his eyes.

The car drove to the parking lot of Johnson's apartment. Seeing that he was walking unsteadily, Bell thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Johnson, do I cook a bowl of sober soup for you? Otherwise, you will have a headache when you wake up tomorrow."

The man rubbed his eyebrows and replied faintly, "Okay."

They went up to the tenth floor and opened the door. The room was dark. Bell found the light according to her memory and turned it on. She found that the decoration in the room seemed different from the last time she saw it.

The last time they came, the decoration of the room was cold and hard, but this time, it seemed to be softer. The curtains seemed to be changed, and the leather covers of the sofa seemed to have been changed. Even the tea-table was decorated with fruits.

This is...

Bell looked at Johnson hesitantly. She was suspicious in her heart. "These careful decorations can't be made by Johnson himself. Is there another person in this apartment?"

The other, a woman?

"What are you waiting for?" As soon as they entered the house, the man sitting on the sofa stared at Bell with his cool eyes, indicating, "Aren’t you making sober soup?"

"Oh," Bell responded and walked into the kitchen.

The kitchen was also very different from the last time. On the counter, the last time was empty, but this time, there were a lot of props, bowls, and plates, as well as a new set of dishes.

In the refrigerator, last time, there was nothing but drinks and soda water. This time, there were some vegetables inside. Although they had not been opened, it could be seen that they had been bought in the past two days. They were not rotted.

Looking at the spices, she found that they were much richer than last time, but there were no open of them.

"Mr. Johnson, has Mrs. Johnson been here?" she asked casually as she washed the vegetables.

The man in the living room took the remote control and turned on the TV as if he didn't hear her words.

Bell cleaned up the dishes. She walked to the door of the kitchen and asked, "Mr. Johnson, there are many dishes in the refrigerator that are going to be broken. Haven't you started a gang?"

"No, I do not know how to cook." The man turned around and said casually.

Bell smiled and said, "I don't know if Mrs. Johnson will buy you a salad. Why don't we just buy some food?"

Johnson gave an "oh" and his body softened on the sofa. He said coldly, "Who said that my mother bought it?"

Bell was stunned for a moment. She looked at him in surprise and lowered her head again. "Oh, sorry, I'm talking too much."

Bell felt that she had found something. From the decoration of the living room to the additional utensils in the kitchen, all the facts proved that a woman had entered this apartment.

The only woman she could think of was the CEO's wife. But if not, then it was something else...

Perhaps it was Mr. Johnson's girlfriend, a confidante, or something else. But since she could leave so many traces at home, she must not be an ordinary person.

So, could she move in? Would it affect him if she moved in...

While she was thinking, Bell went back to the kitchen and took out the chopping board. she boiled the water and waited for the water to boil while preparing to chop the washed vegetables.

Just as she was concentrating on her work, a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind her. "Is it different from the last time?"

Bell was shocked. She looked back and was relieved, but she couldn't help complaining, "Mr. Johnson, why are you also walking so silently ?"

She used this word because she had suffered a lot last time.

Johnson didn't say anything. He looked at the chopping board on the counter through her shoulder and said, "Your hands haven't recovered yet. Why cut the vegetables?"

Then he took away the knife in her hand and threw it into the pool.

Bell didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "After the first day, my hand will be fine. The vegetable is ready. I can't throw them away."

"Just throw it away." He stared at her with a serious face and asked, "Can't I afford it?"

Bell： "..."

You can afford to throw it away. You are a rich man, but it doesn't mean that you have to waste it.

"It's okay. I made breakfast at home this morning," she explained.

Johnson grabbed the vegetable without saying a word and threw it into the trash can.

Bell： "..."

Luis Johnson opened the cabinet again, took out two bags of beans, and threw them on the counter. "Do this."

It’s the bean hangover soup. The bean soup could be boiled as long as it was soaked. There was no need to cut it.

No one dared to disobey his superior's order.

Bell stopped struggling and poured out some beans to wash.

Johnson said, "Can your hand get wet?"

Bell said, "I can wash it with one hand!" As she said this, she put the bowl under the tap and stirred it with her uninjured hand against the water column.

The man seemed to be satisfied and stopped talking. He leaned aside leisurely and looked at her with his arms crossed.

Although the kitchen was very big, Bell still felt that Johnson was a hindrance here. Especially the way he stared at Bell was so deep that she felt uncomfortable.

"Mr. Johnson, why don't you go out and wait?" she said tentatively.

Johnson narrowed his eyes and looked at her. "This is my home."

Bell： "..."