Chapter 357 After I Met You (1)


    Surfing the Inte on the sofa, I thought that since people could find out what happened four years


    ago, then they might have already dug out my identity.


    To my relief, my connections with the Lewis family was not yet made public. Maybe the connections


    that the Kennedy family involved were so broad that the journalists might vite thew if they dug too


    deep. They had to be extremely careful.


    Naturally, their reports focused on the rtionship between me and Hank. And Dennis was inescapably


    involved.


    I had thought those paparazzi would stay for several days but in the evening, most of them were gone.


    I didn’t know exactly why.


    But I supposed that Dennis had done it.


    rie couldn’t make her way to the house, so she was sent to the Kennedy family by Leo.


    I was about to call Dennis when I received a call from Folly.


    Straightforward as usual, she said, “how did I do? How will you thank me?”


    Surprised, I had a look at the remaining paparazzi outside, and said, “You made the reporters leave?”


    She was a little astonished, “why, you never surf online? The news was a hit and you still don’t know?”


    Oh!


    Back in the sofa, I opened my tablet, and all I saw was the news that the daughter of the Lewis family


    had condescendingly married a professor.


    “You made it public?” I asked Folly.


    As a professor in a renowned university, despite his humble origin, Zack deserved a better description


    in the news.


    She replied, “Zack told me to use such rhetoric. I hadn’t thought of making it public. You know I hate


    the vition of privacy.”


    “And the news involving you and Hank, with even what happened four years ago, was definitely


    manipted by someone. If only those were just rumors! The Lewis and Dennis don’t want you to be a


    public focus, so I made my marriage public to distract the public attention.”


    Oh! Right, what the limited attention of the paparazzi in City P were all paid to the several prosperous


    families and stars in here.


    Folly was over 30 years old. Despite her aristocratic origin, her family didn’t care that much about


    whom she married.


    But the public believed that with her beauty, origin and ability, Folly would definitely marry a man from


    the simr background in order to prosper both families.


    Now that her marriage was known to all, people must have been crazy with this.


    No wonder why most of the paparazzi went away.


    “What will you do next?” Once the marriage was public, the wedding ceremony would have to be held


    in public.


    She said, as if it was no big deal, “what will I do? Just hold the ceremony in public! But Zack would


    receive a lot of attention in university.”


    “I am sorry.” I felt a little sorry for her, “it’s a coincidence that I met Hank yesterday. I didn’t know that we


    would be taken photos of.”


    “It’s okay. It can be covered.” She said, “but you must buy me dinner someday!”


    Iughed, “Yes, I promise.”


    ……


    At night.


    I was asleep when Dennis came home. Then I was woken up by the sound of water in the bathroom.


    I stared at the ceilings for a while.


    Dennis came in with a bath towel on. He didn’t turn on the light lest I was woken up.


    I turned on the bedside light, looking at him. Water drops dripped down his big chest muscles and his


    short hair.


    He was a little surprised, looking at me, and smiled, “did I wake you?”


    I shook my head. I was a light sleeper.


    He approached me, having dried his body, yet still with wet hair.


    I sat up, took the bath towel from his hand and dried his hair.


    “Are there still journalists out there?’ Most of them were attracted away by Folly, but some still


    remained in the evening.


    He held me in his arms and sat me on hisp.Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    His chest was a little cold maybe because of the shower.


    “All are gone.” With a tiring voice, hended his chin on my vicle.


    “Don’t. It itches!”


    “Where does it itch??” he said with a low voice.


    I pressed my lips, and my face felt a little hot.


    The man''s voice was low and restrained, with a vague ambiguity. "Did you have dinner tonight?"


    I nodded, “yes.”


    Before I finished speaking, he took another drag on my neck, which hurt a little. "Little liar, nothing in


    the refrigerator has been eaten."


    I…


    Who else could observe so carefully?


    “I’ve had snacks. I am not hungry.” And I wasn’t lying. I seemed to have gained some weight these


    days.


    He frowned, “Snacks can satisfy hunger?”


    “Yes!” For girls.


    It seemed that he didn’t mean to listen to my words at all. He picked me up and walked downstairs.


    It''s midnight. Afraid of falling off, I hugged his neck, confused, "Dennis, where are you taking me? It''s


    sote, aren''t you sleepy? "


    He pressed his lips, “I’ll take you downstairs to eat something.”


    What?


    “I am not hungry, really.” I would’ve eaten if I were. I was not a child and didn’t another person to


    monitor me.


    He didn’t stop walking, so I continued, “it’s sote that I cannot digest what I eat. And I’ll have a


    stomachache.”


    He stopped, looking at me, and said, “you are really not hungry?”


    I nodded, “not at all.”


    He put me back on the bed, to my relief.


    Eating atte night was really hurting stomachache.


    He bent down and pressed me and didn''t mean to leave. He stared at me with a pair of ck eyes.


    I was confused. "What''s wrong?"


    His sexy Adam''s apple moved slightly. "I''m hungry."


    I was stunned. "Then you go downstairs and eat. I don''t want to move."


    He drew near, "You don''t have to move, it''s fine here."