Monopolize My Mysterious Wife
Chapter 1062 - 1062 1047. Locke Side Story (16)

Chapter 1062: 1047. Locke Side Story (16) Chapter 1062: 1047. Locke Side Story (16) Pushing open the door, the bedroom was bathed in a faint light.

If Black Jack was not by her side, Jian Luo generally left a small lamp on while she slept.

“Who is it?”

Upon hearing footsteps, Jian Luo’s eyes snapped open.

“It’s me.”

The magnetic voice belonged to him alone.

The wariness in Jian Luo’s eyes faded, giving way to a hint of a smile, “Why have you come back at this time?”

Black Jack took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, and made his way to the bed quickly, “I was afraid someone would sneakily buy ice cream and eat it without me.”

As soon as Jian Luo heard this, she was immediately displeased and grabbed the quilt to keep him from getting into bed, “Who sneakily bought anything? Don’t falsely accuse people.”

“Luo Xiaobai, what do you mean by this?” Black Jack asked with a chuckle, looking at the person monopolizing the entire bed.

“You haven’t even taken a shower, you’re all sweaty, you’re not allowed on,” Jian Luo said.

Black Jack narrowed his eyes dangerously, took off his shoes and lay on the bed, “It’s the dead of winter, where would I have sweat from? Think before you make up excuses.”

As he spoke, he caught her wrist and leaned over her.

“You’re emanating coldness, don’t get too close to me,” Jian Luo said with distaste.

“It’ll be warm in a bit,” he murmured in her ear, his voice lowered, and his warm breath flickered against her ear, causing Jian Luo’s eyes to tremble.

“You…”

The unfinished words were drowned out by lips pressing tightly together.

Outside the window, the cold wind howled, while inside, it was warm as spring.

The next day, when Jian Luo woke up, the person beside her was already gone.

She reached out and touched the spot next to her; it still held a trace of warmth.

Linger in bed for a while, she slowly made her way to the bathroom.

Before long, a roar came from the bathroom.

“Black Jack, I’m going to kill you.”

This red mark on my neck, how am I supposed to go out and meet people?

Downstairs, the person sipping coffee and reading the newspaper sneezed.

He glanced upstairs, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

A new season of clothing under the March label was to be photographed, and there were also several fashion show preparations that needed to be confirmed by Jian Luo personally.

After breakfast, Black Jack left with Jian Luo.

Arriving at the photoshoot location, Jian Luo turned to the person beside her, “Are you planning to come in with me?”

“Can’t I?” Black Jack asked.

Jian Luo looked serious, “What if I say you can’t?”

Every time he came, all the models’ attention would stray to him, losing focus on the shoot.

Black Jack pinched his cheek gently, “Objections are futile.”

The two of them walked into the photoshoot area, which was ready to start.

Seeing Jian Luo arrive, the staff members became fully spirited.

Those who had worked with Jian Luo for a long time knew that even though he seemed amiable and easy-going, he was very serious when it came to work.

As for times outside of work, joking around and playing was fine.

“March!” Jian Luo’s assistant Beis came over, holding the report for the new quarter, “All the models are here, shall we start shooting now?”

Jian Luo nodded, “Let’s begin.”

The staff brought over two chairs, and Jian Luo and Black Jack sat down to watch.

However, there was a minor hiccup during the shoot.

During the photography session, the models were constantly distracted, their gazes inadvertently drifting toward Black Jack.

“March, this…” Beis said with a helpless smile, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Black Jack sitting next to him, “Your walking hormone is just too eye-catching.”

Jian Luo turned his face to look at the person next to him, “Could you go and buy me a cup of hot coffee? And order something for the staff as well.”

Black Jack curled a finger and tapped his forehead, then took the car keys and stood up to leave, “Wait here.”

As soon as Black Jack left, the smile at the corners of Jian Luo’s mouth gradually faded, “If anyone wastes film again, they can pack up and leave on the spot.”

The voice was neither light nor heavy, just enough for all the models to hear.

The staff were not surprised at all; after all, this was not the first or second time such a scene had occurred. They were used to it.

Upon hearing Jian Luo’s words, a hint of sheepishness crossed the models’ faces, and they hurriedly focused on the shoot, not daring to be distracted any longer.

They knew that the opportunity to be chosen for the March fashion shoot was a rare one, and if they were kicked out, their reputation would be ruined.

More than two hours later, Black Jack returned with a cup of hot beverage, followed by a staff member dressed in a waiter’s uniform.

Beis, a shrewd man himself, quickly stood up to make room for Black Jack, “Everyone take a break, come get something to drink, March is treating, be late and you’ll miss out.”

“Why is this hot milk?” Jian Luo frowned as he sipped from the straw looking at Black Jack, “Didn’t I say I wanted hot coffee?”

“Your stomach has been upset these past few days, you’re not allowed to drink coffee,” Black Jack said, brooking no argument.

Jian Luo pouted his lips, the dictatorial capitalist.

“Can we leave now?” Black Jack asked.

Jian Luo nodded, handing over the signed report to his assistant along with a few instructions before leaving with Black Jack.

“Black Jack, I have to go to Paris tomorrow.” On the car ride, Jian Luo, sipping hot milk, suddenly remembered his schedule for the next few days.

Black Jack asked, “Fashion show?”

Jian Luo nodded, bringing the straw to his lips, “I can’t finish it, don’t waste it, you drink.”

“Doing it on purpose?” Black Jack scowled.

Knowing that milk was what he hated the most, she still insisted that he drink it.

“What do you mean on purpose? It’s a waste to throw it away,” Jian Luo feigned ignorance.

Black Jack frowned, bit down on the straw and in a few gulps finished the milk, “Are you satisfied now?”

Jian Luo’s eyes smiled, “It’s passable.”

Once in Paris, Jian Luo was busy with the fashion show, too busy to even touch the ground.

If not for Black Jack keeping an eye out, he probably wouldn’t have eaten meals on time.

“I’m exhausted.”

After returning to the hotel at noon, Jian Luo flopped down on the bed.

Black Jack dropped the car keys and then headed to the bathroom.

The sound of running water started, then stopped after a while.

Black Jack came over with a basin of water, set it down on the floor, and then patted his leg, “Don’t sleep yet.”

“What for?” Jian Luo sat up lazily, yawning.

Black Jack pulled over his feet, removing his shoes and socks. Jian Luo saw the basin of water on the floor and was momentarily stunned.

“What are you doing?” he asked, bewildered.

“Soak your feet before you sleep, to avoid complaining of sore feet tomorrow,” said Black Jack as he put his bare feet into the water.

The warm water alleviated the soreness in his feet, so comfortably that Jian Luo couldn’t help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Black Jack squatted at the edge of the bed, his large hands massaging his ankles. The illustrious count, stooping to wash someone’s feet—who would believe it if told?

Jian Luo looked down at him, a smile crept onto his lips, “Black Jack, you’re going to spoil me like this.”

From childhood to adulthood, this man had always been so heartwarming.