Tangled Up In Blue

Chapter 199 A Storm Is Coming

"My God Kaaahhkkk, kaaahhkkk, kaaahhkkk.... "

"Benson! Benson Are you okay? "

In a room on the eighth floor of Sea International Hotel, the moment when Benson entered the room, he rushed to the toilet and vomited heavily like a gust of wind. Following him, Emily knocked on the door, drunk. "Open the door! How are you doing? Do you need some water? "

"I'm fine!" Benson shouted in the bathroom, and then held the closestool to vomit. Recently, he was not so weak as before. However, he felt sick in his stomach after drinking a glass of wine all of a sudden and he wanted to throw up unconsciously. But he was glad that he could throw up.

The thought of what George had just said and his malicious eyes made Benson uncomfortable. There was something in the wine that made him dizzy and hot all over.

The man named George, whom he would only use as those low-level tricks. As soon as the celebration party was over, George urged them to go to the room upstairs. Nobody knew what he was thinking.

He didn't know how long he kept vomiting and when there was nothing left in his stomach, Benson stumbled to his feet. He stood in front of the wash basin, rinsed his mouth, and washed his face.

No one knocked on the door, and he wondered how was Emily.

With a fierce fire on his body, Benson swore quietly and took a few deep breaths. He had to leave now. Since Emily was drunk, it was not appropriate for him to live with her.

He had to take the marriage seriously, but he couldn't destroy her.

Crack

Benson opened the door of the bathroom and walked out. The light was off in the room, so he walked inside slowly. When he had adapted to the darkness, he heard the groan of Emily on the bed.

"Emily?" Benson stood beside the bed and called her name. He dared not to get too close because Emily's posture was so alluring.

Emily was sleeping on the bed, lying on one side. Her long legs were lying on the bed casually. Her short skirt was only covering her hip, and her arms were exposed outside. Her slender and beautiful body was hung aside. Her hair was also scattered over the floor. She didn't look as fierce as she was in the daytime, but very charming in the dim light.

Benson looked away immediately. He felt his body was burning. Didn't the vomiting work? Damn it! George was so powerful

"Well I feel so cold... "

Emily murmured, rubbing her feet before taking off her high heels. Then she curled up.

Suppressing the impulse in his heart, Benson pushed Emily away and pulled the quilt under her body. "I'll tuck you in. You can sleep here yourself! I gotta go! "

"Go? !" As soon as Emily heard that Benson was leaving, she jumped up from the bed and grabbed his clothes without demur. Without opening her eyes, she shouted, "how dare you go!"

"Stop it!" "I'm going to check in a room next door. I won't go too far. Have a rest first." with these words, Benson pulled Emily's hand away and said in a low voice

"No way!" Emily acted like a spoiled child, she hold Benson, "Don't leave me alone Benson. Why did you leave? We will get married soon Why? You don't want to sleep with me? "

Every place that Emily touched was like a big fire, and the fire was raging wildly.

Benson knew what this feeling meant, and he resisted it.

"Are you thinking about Poppi Really? " Emily rubbed her head against the chest of Benson, ignoring that he pushed her away. The words made him distracted successfully. At this time, Emily suddenly stood up and kissed him on his lips.

"Pei..." Benson was still in shock. When he was about to say something, Emily threw herself into his arms and put her lips on his neck.

However, this time, it was not a simple kiss, but a deep kiss, with teeth intertwined.

Standing beside the bed, Benson stared at Emily closely. He forgot to react or push her away. He forgot everything.

"If you like, you can treat me as Poppi..." Emily took a step back, but still clung to his neck and murmured in his ear affectionately, "Benson, it has been four years You've already lost Poppi, so I can't lose you again Do you want to treat me like this after we get married? I really What's wrong with me? "

"You are not bad." Benson's muscles were tense and his eyes were clear. "I can't touch you because of you are nice. I'm not as healthy as you think."

Emily stopped Benson's lips, "Yes, I do. I'm willing to have a baby with you No matter you're healthy or not and how serious your stomach is I want to be with you within my limited time Love you so much! I fell in love with you at the first sight of you "Benson!"

Emily's words, however, made Benson, who was only a little sober, couldn't help but shiver. He was moved, skeptical, helpless, and shocked. He doubted that she had known something, but since she was drunk, it was obviously not the right time to ask. More importantly, Emily began to take off his clothes. At the same time, Benson held down her hand all of a sudden. However, Emily escaped from him, put her hand on his chest and pulled his tie

"Hello!" Benson leaned forward and propped himself onto the bed. Looking at Emily who was lying under him, he breathed deeply.

Emily stared at Benson for a while, and then suddenly turned her head to one side. He looked at the other side of the room and said, "Benson. I'm not afraid of What are you afraid of? "

Poppii

Benson was surprised. Somehow, he saw what Emily looked like Poppi from Emily's side face. For a moment, his mind was in a mess, and his mind was even more erratic, and the heat in his body almost exploded.

Emily unbuttoned his shirt one by one for Benson

As if all his strength had been sucked away, Benson lowered his body slowly and embraced Emily, trembling. It was his first time to take the initiative to kiss Emily.

It was Emily, not Poppi

Emily was stunned and her heart beat quickly with tears in her eyes. But meanwhile, she responded more passionately to Benson. Eventually, she won.

In the chaotic night, things had really happened no matter whether they were willing or not, no matter they had taken the initiative or they had been passive. Tomorrow would be different?

At Imperial Tang Yard

In the middle of the night, all was quiet. Poppi slept alone in her room, and the little dog next to her also curled up in the bed and fell asleep with eyes closed. At this moment, the door creaked and someone slowly opened the door from outside. A crack appeared, and the lights in the corridor also sprinkled in.

A few seconds later, an yummy sound woke Kiki up. It opened its eyes and saw the door. Kiki stood up and walked to the door, crying.

"Hush!"

But before he could finish his words, Malcolm pushed his way into the room and closed the door. Then he walked to the bed and picked up Kiki. Putting his hands on its mouth to stop Kiki from talking, he ordered, "hush! Be quiet! "

The puppy kicked its legs to express its dissatisfaction on Malcolm's hand.

But Malcolm didn't care Kiki, he saw a kennel in the corner, put Kiki in without any hesitation, turned around and climbed on the bed of Poppi.

Kiki freaks climbed out of its nests and called out Malcolm twice. Seeing that Malcolm didn't respond, it moved around the bed, waggled its tail, stretched out the little paw and scratched the bed. Then it raised its head and cried out twice.

"Go to sleep." Malcolm turned around and scolded the puppy.

Hearing the noise, Poppi turned over uneasily. Hearing this, Malcolm was shocked. He slowed down immediately, held Poppi around her carefully, patted her on the head and comforted her.

Kiki walked around the bed anxiously. 'what a nice bed it is! It doesn't want to stay in the dog den. Why did someone drive it down?'? When will he come down? Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

The corner of Malcolm's lips curled into a smug smile. How could he defeat a dog? Huh, it was more comfortable to sleep with his wife

Kiki waited and waited, but heard the breath of them. Kiki snorted disappointedly, then looked up and howled twice. Kiki went back to its own kennel with its tail hanging down.

Ring, ring, ring

When Malcolm just fell asleep, his phone rang. Poppi also moved her body with uneasiness, seeming to be waking up.

Hearing this, Malcolm opened his eyes suddenly. He reached out to get the mobile phone which was still vibrating. After a long while, he found it was from Poppi. It was almost 12 o'clock in the morning. The phone call from the Quiet Sea Sanatorium

"Poppi, this is the phone from the Sanatorium!" Malcolm had no choice but called out for Poppi and pushed her gently. "Get up to answer the phone? Or shall I pick it up for you? "

Hearing this, Poppi sat up on the bed with a groan. She was in such a mess that she didn't have time to think about why Malcolm was with her now. She took over the phone from him and slashed it, "hello? What's wrong? "

"Miss... Miss. Poppi! Your father He can't wait any longer. Please come here as soon as possible I'm sorry for your loss. "

The voice on the other side of the phone was somewhat illusory. Hearing this, Poppi was stunned and released her hand from her ear. The phone slid down her ear and fell onto the bed.

Her father dying?

Poppi's mind went blank all of a sudden. Though she didn't have any good impression on her father and he hadn't communicated with each other for so many years lying in bed, his strength suddenly declined which was out of her expectation.

Of course, when Malcolm heard the noise on the phone, he quickly picked up the phone and answered it for Poppi. He promised to go to the sanatorium as soon as possible.