Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

Chapter 42 Verbal Gratitude

The following day, the morning sun slowly rose in the horizon. A glimmer of light coming from the east carefully dyed the light blue sky with warmth. Soft wind swept the curtain, making ripples.

Morning had come and brought with it a tranquil silence.

Meanwhile, Nina was slowly waking up and groaned as she came around. She turned over unconsciously and rolled over from John's supple and comfortably warm body to the bedside. When she came in contact with a slightly cold place, she pulled the quilt tightly around her, leaned her back against John and gravitated closer to him.

As she did so, John's body tensed up beyond his control. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he stared helplessly at the ceiling. After a few seconds, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He was not able to sleep last night.

His chin was covered with stubble, and his hands and feet were sore and numb. It was difficult for him to move and even a slight movement would cause pain all over his body.

Nina had a good night's sleep, while he, on the other hand, had almost been tortured to death.

Well, he had to get up now, even if his sore muscles were in protest.

He got up quietly, took a shower to refresh himself, changed into casual clothes and went downstairs wearing his slippers.

This villa was called North Yard. It was located on an exclusive hillside in the suburb of the city. Standing on the balcony, one could overlook the whole city. It was also the only villa here.

This was John's place of residence. The villa was not that big, and consisted only

aces of having been beaten.

If something had happened to his face, he would definitely take revenge on her.

Biting her lips out of guilt, Nina turned around and uncovered the quilt. She was relieved to see that the clothes she was wearing yesterday were still the same she had on today.

However, the smell of alcohol remained on her clothes and she could not stand the stench. She had to cover her nose with her hand. Then, she threw the quilt on to the sofa and sat next to John. In a hushed manner, she mumbled humbly, "Thank you."

As a consequence of her getting drunk, he must have suffered a lot. She hoped in her heart that her much appreciated verbal thanks would make up for whatever damage she had caused.

John was exuberant. The little girl knew how to be grateful after all. The pain caused by her sleeping all over his body for the whole night had not been in vain.

"That's it?" Pretending to be dissatisfied, he turned his body sideways and looked meaningfully with his mischievous grin.

Nina was stupefied. What else could she do but say thanks? As a man of high status, he didn't lack anything, so she couldn't give him anything of material value. She whispered hesitantly, "I've already thanked you verbally."

The next second, he kissed her with a fiery passion.

Nina couldn't say anything and was left speechless. Looking at his handsome face, she was so startled that her mouth was left opened wide. He took the opportunity to stick his tongue into her mouth.

'This is what you could call a verbal gratitude, ' he thought.