Chapter 130

“What a lunatic!” Amelia indignantly shoved Landon away soon after she recovered from the shock. How dare he kiss her?

“Honey, you taste sweet.” Landon wiped his lips as desire burned in his eyes.

The lipstick on Landon’s cheek stung Amelia’s eyes. She rudely wiped her lips with a tissue.

At that moment, Landon couldn’t help but wonder whether Amelia resented him.

Amelia said angrily, “How dare you kiss me with lips tainted by other women!”

Amelia couldn’t help but fall into the trap, though she was clear that the lipstick had been deliberately left on the drunk Landon by Elaine.

The thought that Landon might have kissed Elaine infuriated Amelia again.

“I didn’t…” Confused, Landon argued. He didn’t spare one glance at other women, so how could he kiss them?

“You know what you did better than I do.” Amelia sneered.

Landon completely sobered up. He turned to Aaron and demanded, “Aaron, say something!”

“I… I don’t know.” Aaron wrinkled his nose. He didn’t know which side to choose. He was shocked by Elaine’s unexpected arrival. Landon might have been in trouble if he hadn’t returned to the private room with Amelia in time.

It was rare for Landon to question himself. “Did my sickness weaken my willpower? Did I do something bad in the club?”

“Can’t remember, huh?” Amelia gave Landon a sidelong glance.

Landon shook his head, scared, and kept his mouth shut.

“Take a good look at yourself in the mirror when we are home,” Amelia reminded him.

Landon grew more uneasy. “Did I really cheat on her?” he wondered.

Back at home, Landon quickly fetched a mirror. He was shocked by the lipstick on his left cheek. “Whose?”

“You tell me!” Amelia sneered. “Move the mirror downward.”

Landon shifted his gaze downward and found the mark on his collar. He felt bad.

With hesitation, he looked at Amelia. Amelia wore no makeup, and her lips were perfectly clean.

“Oh, I was tainted by other women,” Landon thought in frustration. “Honey,” he tried to explain.

Amelia gave an angry snort as her response. Then, she went to bed.

Landon took a deep breath and then called the organizer of the gathering, Nicolas Lloyd. “Mr. Lloyd, was there any woman at our gathering?”

“Ms. Atkinson came on her own. Don’t you remember that, Mr. Kingsley?” Nicolas asked gloatingly. “I thought Mrs. Kingsley had a big heart. I overestimated her,” Nicolas thought.

“Only her?” Landon pressed.

“Who on earth do you want to see?” Nicolas asked.

Landon hung up the phone. He already saw through Elaine’s trick. He thought, “Those marks were deliberately left to anger Amelia. With so many people around, she could do nothing else.”

Landon wheeled himself to Amelia on the bed. “Honey, it is a trap set up by Elaine. I didn’t touch her.”

His humility amused her. She was clear that a kiss and an embrace were all Elaine could do in that situation.

However, she wanted to teach him a lesson. Therefore, she gave him her back and remained silent.

“Honey, trust me. I can’t see any women but you. Besides, a drunk man can’t have sex. Try it if you don’t believe me.”

Hearing Landon, Amelia choked on her own saliva. She turned around and looked Landon in the face. “How? You already sobered up.”

A mischievous glint flashed in Landon’s eyes. “You can get me drunk.”

After a moment of shock, Amelia gave Landon a kick. “Liar!”

“Honey.” Landon gently held Amelia’s foot.

“Stop tickling me.” Amelia shivered slightly and tried to pull her foot back.

Her foot was pulled into Landon’s arms and Landon said, “I won’t unless you trust me.”

Amelia thought to herself, “How absurd! You can have my foot because I won’t give in. Can you keep it up for the whole night?” She closed her eyes.

It didn’t take long for her to feel regretful, as tickling soon spread from her foot to every cell in her body. Her foot was being kissed by Landon. Was Landon drunk again?

“Landon!” Amelia struggled violently and shouted, “Let go of my foot!”

“You don’t trust me.” Landon held Amelia’s foot, a bit tipsy.

Amelia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She decided to spare Landon that night, so she said, “Trust. I do trust you.”

“Then I’ll sleep with you.” Wasn’t Landon pushing his luck?

Because Amelia didn’t give a nod to this request, Landon grasped her foot. Beneath her sole was his hot and muscular chest.

Amelia had a headache and regretted her impatience in teaching Landon a lesson.

“I will take your silence as consent.” Speaking, Landon quickly took off his clothes and got onto Amelia’s small bed.

Amelia’s bed was too small for two people. Amelia said, “Landon, go sleep in your own bed!”

“Nope.” Landon pulled Amelia into his arms, and a happy smile spread across his face.

It had been quite a while since he slept in the same bed with her. His trick worked and would become his old one.

“Landon, it’s way too cramped. I’m about to fall off!” Amelia complained.

“Let’s stick together.” Speaking, Landon embraced Amelia tightly. His warmth burned her, so she stayed motionless, scared.

“You liked to sleep with me in your arms…” Landon said. Instantly, embarrassment got Amelia.

“Honey, you’re soft and smell amazing,” Landon murmured. Amelia remained silent.

She was afraid that Landon would take advantage of her with the wine as his excuse. She didn’t like this idea at all. “Landon…”

“Shh, sleep now,” Landon murmured softly.

Landon closed his eyes and contentedly wrapped his arms around his wife. Part of him wanted to take things to the next level, but he knew time wasn’t ripe yet. With sheer willpower, he restrained himself.

Thanks to alcohol, he quickly drifted off to sleep. Amelia lay stiff as a log, wide awake. She was waiting for Landon to let go of her when he was sound asleep…

However, things didn’t go as she wished. In the end, she fell asleep.

The next morning, she woke up aching all over her body because she’d been stuck in the same position all night long.

“Awake?“ Landon had a good sleep that night with good wine in his system and a beautiful wife in his arms.

“You must have had a good sleep,” Amelia grumbled as she got up and stretched her stiff limbs.

Her pajamas were loose, so her waist got exposed. A familiar heat coiled low in Landon’s abdomen.

Unhappy, Amelia ordered, “No drink again.”

Landon flashed a mischievous grin. “The small bed is the problem. Let’s go sleep in the big one.”

“Nope.” Angry, Amelia pouted her rosy lips, her emotions caught between coquetry and lingering anger.

Landon’s desire for Amelia grew. His voice turned husky as he said, “See? A drunk man can’t cheat on his woman. I didn’t get intimate with anyone at the party.”

Amelia was speechless. Was this the reason for her suffering all night? Alas, she should have saved all the trouble with a white lie.

“Does your back hurt? Come here, let me massage it for you,” Landon said.