Chapter 8
While saying that, Arabe pointed at Leia and looked at Keh, "This is what she said."
Leia and Kelsey were stunned. "This man is really a gigolo kept by Arabe?" they thought.
Oh my God!
Leia felt a massive p on her face.
The storekeeper took out a cake filled with strawberry jam. Keh took the cake and said to Arabe,
"Let''s go. Time to go back."
"Okay," Arabe followed Keh and left. She even looked back and waved to Leia, "Bye-bye."
Leia was dumbfounded. She didn''t expect Arabe was really keeping a top-notch gigolo by her side.
Kelsey said mindlessly, "Leia, it seems that you really need to bow down before Arabe soon."
Leia red at Kelsey quickly and fiercely.
Kelsey immediately let out an awkward smile and said, "Leia, I mean, the gigolo that Arabe is
keeping is so handsome. I wonder how much does it cost to keep him?"
Keh didn''t even nce at Leia throughout the process earlier. He treated her almost as if she didn''t
exist. This had made Leia, who was always confident in her beauty, feel very defeated and frustrated.
However, Kelsey''s words quickly reminded Leia that Keh was just a gigolo that Arabe was
keeping. She could pay him more money to snatch him to her side.
Leia was excited at the thought of this.
"Manager, give me the cake that I bought. We''re going back." Leia went to get her cake.
The storekeeper refused to, "I''m sorry, two youngdies. I''ll refund the money to you. I can even double
thepensation. However, I can no longer give this cake to you."
"Why?" Leia and Kelsey were stunned.
The storekeeper smiled lightly, "Because I''m going to feed this cake to my dog."
What?
Leia mmed the table and stood up, "Manager, what do you mean? Are you humiliating us?"
The storekeeper replied, "Am I not being obvious enough? You have offended a powerful person. I
would rather feed this cake to a dog than give you to eat!"
...
The luxurious car stopped at Floweret Garden. Keh handed the luxury card to Arabe, "This is for
you."
Arabe''s thick eyshes trembled. She wondered why Keh was giving her a bank card.
"I don''t want it," she refused.
Keh smiled, "You certainly can''t afford to support a gigolo like me. However, I am capable of
feeding you, my Mrs. Lucero."
My Mrs. Lucero...
When Keh murmured these words with a maic voice, Arabe could feel her heart fluttering.
Her heartbeat was already out of rhythm.
Arabe quickly opened the passenger door and got out of the car.
"This man is really alluring," she thought.
Arabe carefully put the luxury card into her handbag and entered the living room. Sharon greeted her
with a smile, "Be, you''re back. Did everything go well during your visit to your parent''s house?"
"Everything went well, grandmother. Let''s eat cake together."
Sharon''s eyes lit up. She quickly walked into the living room. She was rubbing her hands because of
excitement, "Cake is good. I like to eat cake the most."
Keh walked into the house. He didn''t head towards the living room but went upstairs directly.
However, he stopped on the stairs and set his gaze on Sharon, "Grandmother, you have high blood
pressure. A bite of the cake is enough."
Sharon was stuffing another bite of cake into her mouth. She replied seriously, "I know. I just want to
take a bite to give the cake a taste. It''s so sweet."
Arabe found Sharon''s response to be funny. Arabe raised her head to look at the man on the
stairs, "Do you want to eat cake?"
Keh didn''t like sweets, "No."
"Ok."
"On the corners of your mouth..."
Keh was looking at Arabe''s small face. A corner of the veil was slightly lifted because of eating
cake, revealing her delicate jaw and half-covered red lips.
Arabe''s lips were beautiful. They were cherry-colored.
Previously, there was a magazine that had selected lips that would urge men to kiss whenever they
saw them. Arabe''s lips were one of them.
Now, there was some cream on Arabe''s lips.
Upon Keh''s reminder, Arabe extended her tongue and licked that bit of cream into her mouth. It
was an instinctive movement of a young girl.
When she looked at Keh again, he was ncing at her red lips while raising his hand to pull the tie
on his cor. He walked upstairs and entered the study room with his throat rolling.
Arabe''s fair earlobes turned red because of shyness. Keh''s action of pulling the tie was very
seductive, as if he was enticing her through his eyes.
Arabe quickly pulled out a tissue and wiped her lips hardly.
Suddenly, the butler guided an old man upstairs. Arabe asked, "Grandmother, who''s that person?"
"Oh, that''s Mr. Norman. He visits here once a month."
Arabe''s heart skipped a beat. Davon Norman was a world-renowned hypnotherapist. It was natural
for her to have heard of him since she studied medicine.
"Mr. Norman actually came to visit here. He must be here to treat Keh''s sleep disorder. It seems
that his sleep disorder is more severe than I imagined," Arabe thought.
...
Arabe was worried. So, she came to the entrance of the study room. Suddenly, a strange noise came
out of the room. Arabe was shocked. She quickly pushed open the door.
The study room was in a mess. All the documents on the desk had fallen onto the carpet on the
ground. Davon''s pocket watch was also smashed into pieces.
Keh was standing in front of the desk with his two big hands pressing against the table. The blue
veins on his palms were bulging violently. His sturdy chest was moving up and down. He was breathing
heavily like a beast.
Keh raised his head as he heard the sound of the door opening. Arabe looked into his deep
narrow eyes. His eyes were scary, red, and ferocious.
The current Keh looked like a different person.
Arabe was no longer new to this person. She had just met himst night.
The two looked at each other. Keh pressed his thin lips harshly until turning pale. He said in a deep
voice, "Get out!"
Arabe stood still and didn''t move.
The butler picked up the broken pocket watch and guided Davon to leave the room. Then, he closed
the door.
A door that separated two worlds.
Arabe looked at Davon, "Mr. Norman, how is he?"
Davon shook his head, "In the beginning, I can still hypnotize Mr. Lucero and let him rest properly for a
day in a month. However, his mental condition has deteriorated too quickly. Mr. Lucero is extremely
alert and very defensive. I can no longer hypnotize him."
Arabe wasn''t surprised. Keh was a mature and restrained man who rarely disyed his
emotions. Such a man was calm and self-controlled, almost like a monster.
Arabe lowered her gaze lightly. Then, she reached out for the doorknob, wanting to go in.
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"Mrs. Lucero, you can''t. It''s dangerous for you to go in now. Have you forgotten what happenedst
night?" The butler, Bryson, quickly stopped Arabe.
Arabe looked at Bryson with clear eyes, "Bryson, it''s exactly because I haven''t forgotten what
happened, I want to go in. Once a sleep disorder develops into a mental illness, he won''t be able to
control the gloomy, irritable, and sick side of him. Once he splits into a second personality, the second
personality could rece him entirely."
Bryson''s face turned pale.
Arabe pushed the door and entered the study room.
...
In the study room, Keh was looking at Arabe, who had just gone and returned. The gloominess
in his expression turned stronger, "Go out, don''t let me repeat for the third time!"
Arabe stepped forward. Her watery dark eyes were overflowing with a bright smile, "Mr. Lucero, I
want to try what will happen if you repeat your words for the third time."
Keh was feeling ufortable. The blue veins on his forehead were bulging. He was slowly losing
control of his body. He didn''t want to hurt Arabe.
He reached out to sp Arabe''s slim arm and said forcefully, "Get out!"
He pushed her away.
Arabe didn''t stand still and fell onto the carpet. Her forehead hit the sharp corner of the coffee table,
and blood was pouring out.
Ouch.
Arabe groaned in pain and covered the wound with her hand. Fresh, red blood was flowing out
between her fingers.