Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
Chapter 1867 - 448: Third Master is under strict supervision by his wife!

Chapter 1867: 448: Third Master is under strict supervision by his wife!

Big talk, huh?

Any man would find that phrase unacceptable.

Naturally, Terrence Lentz was no exception.

To prove he wasn’t all talk, Terrence swept Viola Thompson into his arms, pulling her close to his chest.

His move was a bit swift.

Viola hadn’t even reacted before feeling the unusual sensation from the other person’s body.

With his expression unchanged, Terrence held Viola by the waist and said, word by word, "Miss Thompson, do you still think I’m all talk now?"

Viola, completely serious, "Yes, all talk."

Terrence gazed down at her, his dark eyes intense and brooding as he softly spoke, "Miss Thompson, do you believe I can go three hundred rounds with you right now?"

His voice was very low.

Almost as if he was pressing it out from deep within his throat.

A dangerous aura enveloped them.

Viola, very aware of the situation, immediately gave in, "Lentz, I was wrong, I surrender."

Watching Viola like this,

At this moment, Terrence had just one thought.

To tease her.

To make her cry.

Realizing something was amiss, Viola pushed him away and feigned composure, "I’m hungry, let’s go eat."

Terrence maintained a completely calm demeanor from start to finish, "I’m hungry too."

"What would you like to eat then?" Viola continued to ask.

"Don’t you know?" Terrence slightly raised his eyebrows.

"Know what?"

Terrence’s eyes gleamed with mirth, "I thought Miss Thompson had already felt it just now."

He spoke in a very suggestive manner.

It took a moment for Viola to catch on; she came over, reached out, and fiercely twisted his waist, "Pervert!"

"Shameless!"

She didn’t know before, but Terrence really could be so bad.

Terrence strode over, took hold of her shoulder with his hand, and looked at her with doting amusement in his eyes, "Alright, let’s go. Shall we try the Linta Tribe’s special delicacies today?"

"Okay." Viola nodded slightly.

Gabrie and Nathaniel Besian were still outside the door.

The two were engrossed in a conversation, laughing heartily.

Especially Gabrie.

Usually, he was a guy who paid great attention to his image.

But now, he had no image to speak of, looking no different from a boisterous lad on the street.

"Bob."

Hearing Viola’s voice, Nathaniel immediately reacted, turned his head toward her with excitement in his eyes, "Master!"

Gabrie also snapped out of it at this moment, "Third Master, Senior Suwen."

Terrence looked at Gabrie and spoke indifferently, "You prepare the food; Senior Suwen and I will wash up and join you shortly for the meal."

"Okay." Gabrie then asked, "Third Master, should I prepare some special dishes from the Linta Tribe?"

Terrence nodded slightly.

Gabrie turned and left.

Viola handed over some tasks from the Laboratory to Nathaniel and then left with Terrence.

They had been busy in the laboratory for two whole days.

This meant that Viola hadn’t had a proper bath in two days.

Fortunately, Terrence had someone prepare bathwater in advance.

Despite being in the resource-scarce Linta Tribe, Terrence still managed to provide a luxurious bathtub, essential oils, and vibrant red rose petals.

After a comfortable bath, Viola changed into the clothes Terrence had brought her.

These were exclusive attire from the Linta Tribe.

A two-piece set.

It was also known as a saree.

With a headscarf and a fluttering long skirt.

Viola had never worn such attire before, but she found it surprisingly easy to put on.

A moment later, she stepped out of the bathroom.

Terrence was outside waiting for her.

Viola, lifting her skirt’s hem, approached Terrence, lifting her veil to cover her face, revealing only her perfect peach-blossom eyes, "Do I look good?"

The pale blue silk saree complimented her figure perfectly, her long legs partially hidden yet hinted at beneath the garment of the same color, the whole look exuding exotic charm.

This kind of dress could only be worn with such grace by the girls of the Linta Tribe.

But Viola was a natural clothes hanger.

She made the saree look not only flattering but absolutely radiant.

"You look good," Terrence slightly nodded.

Viola, with proud coyness, "Of course, I do. If not me, then who?"

Terrence approached, lifted her veil, and kissed her on the lips.

The kiss was light as a dragonfly skimming the surface of water, but just as he was about to pull away, Viola opened her mouth slightly and bit his upper lip.

With a bit of force.

"Hisss!"

It hurt a little, and Terrence let out a muffled groan, immediately covering his mouth with his hand.

Viola laughed lightly, deliberately asking, "Does it hurt?"

"So Miss Thompson is a bit of a ’bite,’ huh?" Terrence teased with a slight lift of his eyebrows.

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