Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!
Chapter 522 - 523: I Cried Foul!

Chapter 522: Chapter 523: I Cried Foul!

"You..." Qian Xueying struggled, "Let go of me!"

Abel ignored her plea, only holding her tighter as he lowered his head to her ear.

"The Duke is a gracious man, you should abandon any improper thoughts about him. In terms of family background and wealth, I am only second to the Duke. Why don’t you... follow me instead!"

"What... what nonsense are you talking about, I..." Qian Xueying fought, pushing him away with effort, "I didn’t mean that."

"Didn’t mean that?" Abel only hugged her more tightly, his lips disrespectfully brushing against her skin, "The Duke is forgiving; he can’t see it, but I can see very clearly that you want to seduce him."

Qian Xueying raised her hand to push his head away.

"I did not!"

"Not?" Abel’s hand moved from her waist to rest on her chest, "Miss Qian, why is your heart beating so fast then? Could it be..." He caught her hand as she tried to push him away, moving both her arms behind her, his face coming close to hers, "You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?"

Biting her lip and glaring at him, Qian Xueying threatened, "If you don’t let go of me now, I’ll... I’ll scream harassment!"

"Harassment?" Abel shrugged, "I don’t care. Everyone knows I’m a playboy; harassing women is my specialty..."

With those words, he leaned down to her again.

"I hear you don’t wear undergarments beneath kimonos; I’m really curious if that’s true!"

As he said "true", he suddenly bit down on her chest.

Qian Xueying, completely unprepared for his boldness, screamed instinctively in shock.

At her yell, the nearby dancing couples all turned their gazes.

Qian Xueying’s cheeks flushed red, while Abel wore an indifferent expression.

"So it is true!"

"You... get lost!"

With tears in her eyes, Qian Xueying pushed him away and ran toward the washroom.

"Miss Qian, don’t go!"

Abel took a step to follow, but after a few steps, a figure swiftly came forward, blocking his path. It was none other than Qian Xueying’s newly hired butler—Xiuyi.

"Mr. Abel, the men’s washroom is that way."

Abel sized up Xiuyi, raising his lip corner roguishly, "Who are you to know my name?"

"I am Miss Qian’s newly hired butler," Xiuyi replied.

"Butler?" Abel nodded, "I see. Then please relay a message to Miss Qian Xueying, if she feels lonely at night, she can call me anytime. I am always at her service."

A flash of anger that went unnoticed crossed Xiuyi’s eyes, but his face remained expressionless as he slightly bowed to Abel.

Only after watching Abel rejoin the crowd did he turn and walk to the female washroom’s anteroom.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Inside the anteroom, Qian Xueying calmly adjusted the kimono that Abel had wrinkled, her face free of the girlish panic from moments earlier.

"I’m fine."

"Do you want me to take care of him?"

Xiuyi asked, his tone as calm as if he were offering to prepare a cup of tea.

"It’s not the time yet," Qian Xueying replied coldly while taking out her makeup to touch up, "Remember, ’A small impatience spoils great plans.’"

"Xiuyi will remember."

"You go out first, take good care of the guests, keep an eye on Moses, and when I come out in a little while, we can proceed with the plan."

"Yes!"

Xiuyi nodded and left the washroom.