PFC Chapter 276 - 274: Wifey~
Chapter 276 - 274: Wifey~
At the door, Mia Grant opened it. "Just put it in the livi—"
Before she could finish, her eyes widened. "Huh? What are you doing here?"
In the hallway, the man smiled and reached out. Taking advantage of her surprise, he slipped his hand under her collar, his icy fingers pressing against the smooth skin of her back.
"Hiss! Yates Donovan!"
She cursed.
His prank a success, Yates Donovan dodged her swatting hand and ducked into the room.
As the door closed, Mia Grant went after him.
Yates Donovan placed the bag he was carrying on a table, then surveyed the items on the coffee table and the floor, his brow furrowing in distaste.
"This is all you’re eating?"
"If I hadn’t come, were you planning on starving to death?"
It was all junk food.
"No, I ordered food. It should be here soon."
Yates Donovan shoved aside the snacks scattered on the sofa and found a place to sit.
"I brought you some food. It’s still hot."
Mia Grant didn’t stand on ceremony with him. She sat on the floor and started to open the bag.
The bag was tied in a tight knot, and she struggled with it for a while without success.
Finally, Yates Donovan couldn’t take it anymore. He reached his long arm over her from behind, grabbed the bag, and tore it open.
He didn’t forget to add a jab, "You little klutz."
"..." Mia Grant shot him a glare.
Yates Donovan just smiled and pinched her cheek.
"Ow, that hurts!" she cried, slapping at his paw.
Yates Donovan didn’t let go, tugging gently. "So you’re not replying to my messages, huh?"
"When did you message me?" Mia Grant feigned ignorance. "I haven’t checked my phone."
Yates Donovan reached for her phone, and with a yelp, Mia Grant scrambled to grab it back.
The next moment, he had her pinned across his lap.
Yates Donovan held her down with one hand while using the other to unlock her phone and open WeChat.
There was no red dot notification, which meant she’d seen his message and deliberately not replied.
He was just about to shove the "evidence" in her face and give her a piece of his mind for such behavior.
But the next moment, his eyes froze.
He saw a chat with a contact named [Second Brother] showing that she had sent a message just a short while ago.
He didn’t open it.
Pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek, Yates Donovan gave a wicked smile. "Well now, look at you."
Mia Grant struggled up and snatched her phone back.
"You have no class at all! Who said you could look at my phone!"
"Who told you to lie, you little liar?" He hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap. He leaned down. "Don’t move. Let me have a kiss."
She pushed him away. "I’m hungry. I want to eat."
"I’m hungry, too." His eyes narrowed, resembling the vertical pupils of a viper—amused, yet dangerous.
"..."
’It seems our definitions of ’hungry’ are a little different.’
Mia Grant’s cheeks flushed. "Can you not get handsy with me every single time?"
"I don’t want to," the man said, fiddling with a decorative button on her blouse. "I’d love to be like that dear brother of yours, discussing life and ideals with you. But I just can’t, baby."
"The moment I see you, I just..."
Mia Grant’s eyes went wide, and she slapped him across the face.
It was a soft slap, with no real force behind it. Yates Donovan made a show of catching her hand, holding it and kneading it gently, toying with her fingers.
"Want to give the other side a slap, too? Gotta make it symmetrical."
Mia Grant was speechless. ’Why do I get the feeling he enjoyed that?’
"You’re sick! Didn’t you tell me before not to hit you in the face? Weren’t you afraid you wouldn’t be able to show yourself in public?"
"That was then, this is now." Yates Donovan took her hand and gestured with it against his own cheek. "See? The mark would only be this big. You think everyone out there is as innocent as you are? One look, and they’d know my wife slapped me."
"You call this an injury? This is just love from my wife."
"..."
"Get up. I need to eat!" She wasn’t as shameless as he was, her gaze flickering away, unable to meet his.
’It couldn’t be helped. It was fine when he kept his mouth shut. But as soon as he said something crude like that, all her attention was drawn down there, right where his words were pointing.’
’It wasn’t just ’a little’ dangerous.’
’It was impossible to ignore. She was starting to get fidgety.’
But he just grabbed her by the waist, his breath hot on her skin. "I said, just one kiss. We haven’t seen each other in days. A welcome-back gift is the least you can do, right?"
When she didn’t answer, he squeezed her waist. "Hmm? Wife?"
Mia Grant’s ears turned bright red. "Don’t call me that!"
"Call you what?" He gave a wicked grin. "Wi—"
"Agh!" Mia Grant, at her wit’s end, lunged to cover his mouth.
The moment her hand made contact, she felt a sudden warmth in her palm.
The damp sensation made Mia Grant’s hand tremble.
She looked down and met his crinkling, smiling eyes.
Mia Grant paused. She was truly at a loss with him.
She lowered her hand, and as if in retaliation, she swiftly and forcefully pressed her lips to his.
It could hardly be called a kiss; it was more like she’d crashed into his mouth.
He sucked in a sharp breath.
The man sucked in a sharp breath. A bead of blood quickly appeared on his lip.
He raised a hand and touched his lip. He lowered his gaze to his fingertip.
The next second, he looked up at the smug little rascal.
His gaze shifted down, landing on her lips.
He couldn’t tell if she’d been hurt in the process, but judging by her expression, she was probably fine.
Her once-pink lips were now stained with his blood, a vivid crimson.
His Adam’s apple bobbed.
Yates Donovan grabbed her as she tried to lean away. With a firm press of his thumb, he smeared the drop of blood across her lips.
She winced, her lips trembling, and her mouth fell open instinctively.
Suddenly, with a sharp shift of his legs, he jolted her. Mia Grant cried out as she was thrown off balance, tumbling into his embrace. At the same time, a warm, familiar pressure landed on her lips.
His tongue swept inside.
He cupped her jaw, his thumb pressing firmly against her lower lip to stop her from closing her mouth or biting him again.
When the kiss finally ended, Mia Grant was left panting in his arms.
It was less of a kiss and more of an act of revenge.
Once she caught her breath, she scrambled off him and, muttering under her breath, went to eat her food.
Her mouth was still a little sore. Annoyed, she raised her hand and punched his leg.
He just sat there on the sofa behind her, looking utterly satiated. He watched her with hooded eyes, letting her hit and fuss without fighting back or making any more snarky comments.
It looked like he was truly satisfied now.
On the screen across from them, the movie’s credits began to roll.
Mia Grant was in the middle of eating. Seeing the credits, she told him to put on another movie.
Yates Donovan agreed, digging the remote out from a pile of snacks and flipping through the options. "What do you want to watch?"
"Anything’s fine."
’It was just for background noise, anyway.’
Yates Donovan raised an eyebrow, found a title that sounded a little more thrilling, and selected it.
Mia Grant was focused on her food and didn’t pay attention to the plot, only glancing up at the screen from time to time.
It seemed like a romance film.
She didn’t think much of it.
After she finished eating, she sat on the floor, rinsing her mouth with water as she started to focus on the movie.
An exaggerated, piercing sound effect caught her off guard. Her shoulders jumped in fright, and she nearly choked on her mouthful of water.
That wasn’t all. The camera started to shake, the dim, grainy picture sparking the imagination.
Mia Grant subconsciously leaned to the side.
On the screen, a figure with long, white hair flashed by. The protagonist screamed, and Mia Grant screamed right along with her.
Immediately, the man behind her slid off the sofa and sat down beside her.
She immediately tried to hug him, but he held her back.
He watched her with undisguised glee. "Call me something sweet, and I’ll let you hug me."
’Something sweet?’
Seeing the confusion in her eyes, he rested his chin on his hand and gave her a mischievous grin. "I called you ’Wife.’ Don’t you think you should return the favor?"