Chapter 465


    A rosy hue spread on Arabe''s smooth and tender skin. She turned around, extending her fair fingers


    and daringly lifting the handsome man''s jaw. "That''s right, Mr. Lucero. I have plenty of resources here.


    I''m a femalendowner. How about you stay here as my kept man? I''ll take care of you."


    The concept of being "kept" was not in Keh''s dictionary. He lowered his gaze, emitting a pure and


    clean masculine aura. "So, you want me to be your gigolo? You are lusting after me, aren''t you?"


    With a blushed face, Arabe provocatively looked at him. "Nonsense! How could I be lusting after


    you? I''m just hungry for you!"


    Keh''s eyes burned with desire, and he leaned towards her rosy lips.


    Startled, Arabe gasped, quickly grabbed a strawberry, and stuffed it into his mouth. She retreated


    from his embrace and began to cook the macaroni seriously. "Mr. Lucero, you''d better behave. On my


    turf, you must listen to me!"


    Keh chewed on the strawberry, and the sweet taste filled his mouth. He reached out and pinched


    her pretty face. "If you want to keep me, thend you have won''t be enough, understand, Mrs.


    Lucero?"


    Arabe was left speechless.


    Alright, she felt despised!


    ...


    They ate the macaroni together. Alma''s elbow macaroni with her exclusive sauce was quite delicious.


    Arabe stood up, "Mr. Lucero, you wash the dishes."


    Keh tidied up the bowls and chopsticks, then nced at her. "What are you doing?"


    "I''m going to do yourundry." Arabe hurried into the room.


    At this moment, Beverly walked in, holding several sets of new clothes, and respectfully said to


    Keh, "Sir, I made a few new outfits for you and Ms. Snyder. Would you like to try them on?"


    Judging from the premium fabric and the exquisite hand-stitched embroidery, Keh could tell this


    was the work of a skilled Hilde embroiderer.


    "Just leave them there."


    "Yes, Sir."


    Beverly put the clothes down.


    Suddenly, Arabe eximed from inside the room, "Jessie, why did you rewash my clothes?"


    Jessie was holding a cloth, wiping the ss as she passed, leaving it shining. She looked at Arabe


    distressedly, "Ms. Snyder, I didn''t wash them. I didn''t touch your intimate wear."


    "..."


    Arabe scratched her head. Thesedies always did this, handling all the cooking andundry so that


    she only needed to boil water and wash her intimate wear. They always involved her, and she only had


    to do little chores herself!


    "Jessie!"


    "Ms. Snyder, are you angry? Do you think we are too old to clean properly?"


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    Arabe was left speechless again.


    Thedies always yed this trick on her every time. Oh well, she lost again.


    ...


    After washing the dishes, Keh entered the room. Arabe had already washed their intimate wear,


    and the clothes emitted a faintundry detergent fragrance. She stood on the balcony, hanging their


    underwear to dry.