My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 551

Arabella's bright water eyes quickly overflowed with a surprised smile. She struggled to stand up and

walked towards his luxury business car.

Kenneth saw the girl who was chasing after his car falling through the rearview mirror. His heart

tightened, and he quickly signaled to Amare to park ahead.

Amare immediately stepped on the brake and heard the displeased voice of Mr. Lucero, scolding him in

a low voice, "Why are you driving so fast? Are you driving a rocket?"

"..."

Amare felt wronged. The speed at which he was driving was dictated by Mr. Lucero himself. He didn't

drive fast at all.

Amare felt it necessary to inform Patrick when he returned-Patrick, Mr. Lucero was worried about that

girl who fell, and he took his anger out on me!

Arabella walked over, and Kenneth reached out and opened the rear car door. His clearly defined

fingers reached out and grabbed her slender and fair wrist, pulling her in directly.

Ah!

Arabella let out a soft call. Her delicate body fell unsuspectingly into the car. At this moment, the man's

strong arm tightened and held her slender waist firmly. He placed her on his robust thigh.

This series of actions flowed smoothly, domineering and powerful, typical of his overbearing style.

Arabella was still in shock. At this moment, Kenneth held her hand, peeled apart her delicate white

fingers, and looked at the palm of her hand.

Her two fair palms were not injured, and her fall just now did not hurt her. However, her palms were

dirty, a little dusty.

Kenneth frowned and threw the folded handkerchief from his suit pocket at her, looking disgusted.

"Clean your hand, it's filthy. Don't touch me with it."

Arabella quickly took the handkerchief. Her palms were indeed a bit dirty, and she knew this man had a

cleanliness obsession.

"Mr. Lucero," Arabella looked at him and moved slightly as she was a little uneasy. "It's inconvenient to

sit like this. Put me down please."

She is still sitting on his thigh, and today she is wearing a pleated skirt.

Kenneth felt that she was sitting very stiffly, with her knees pressed against his side.

He gripped her soft waist tightly and pinched it, warning her in a low voice, "Stay as it is, okay?"

Arabella felt a bit of pain from his pinch. "Then let go of me first..."

"Can you stop squirming?" His deep voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

Arabella, who had experienced intimate encounters, didn't know what he meant. A faint blush appeared Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

on her fair and delicate skin as she softly retorted, "I'm not squirming..."

"No? Wasn't it you who twerked for me on the arena?"

"..."

Arabella didn't twerk just for him, but it was part of the dance routine. It just happened to involve

twerking.

How could he understand like that?

These words came out of his mouth in a mature and provocative tone, with an indescribably...

suggestive undertone.

Arabella tugged on his expensive suit lapel and quickly straightened out the creases, saying in a low

voice, "There is someone else here. Can you...be more civilized in your speech?"

Amare, who was suddenly mentioned, thought, "It's okay. I didn't hear anything. The one who talked

about twerking just now is definitely not Mr. Lucero. Definitely not!"

Kenneth reached out and raised the partition in the middle, separating them from the world in front.

Arabella returned to the main topic, "Mr. Lucero, did you stop the car because you're willing to help me

this time?"