Chapter 418: Chapter 418: Bite You to Death
Ivana kicked her feet, but those hands were like seaweed, instantly entangling her body along her ankles.
She didn’t have time to see the man’s face clearly.
He domineeringly kissed her.
"Mm~"
Ivana was shocked by his actions and extremely annoyed. This pervert, hiding in the swimming pool and taking advantage of her like this?
With his face so close, she couldn’t tell who he was in the pool.
Ivana was both embarrassed and angry. She clenched her fingers into fists and pounded on his chest, but the water resistance made her punches feel like little raindrops, not painful at all.
The man’s kiss became more excessive.
Ivana clenched her teeth, refusing to open her lips. He suddenly reached out and tickled her under her arm.
Ivana was ticklish, and her mouth wasn’t as tightly closed, allowing the man to take advantage.
Ivana: "..."
Damn man, she wouldn’t let him off easily.
A dark light flashed in Ivana’s eyes as she suddenly bit the man’s tongue.
Splash!
The man held her face and emerged from the water.
"President Keane... you two are..."
Auntie Chapman came over with a towel. She was initially searching for Ivana, but seeing two people emerging from the pool startled her. Recognizing their profiles, she was shocked and blushed.
My god!
President Keane and the young madam... kissing passionately in the pool?
These young people today really have no limits.
Leon Keane?
Ivana’s heart skipped a beat, she let go of his tongue, seeing Leon Keane’s handsome face distorted, with blood at the corners of his mouth.
She had bitten him hard, her mouth full of blood taste.
But Leon couldn’t blame her; who told him to scare her like that in the pool? Doing such things to her?
Ivana felt less guilty.
Leon winced, looking at her plaintively, and said in a low voice, "You almost bit off my tongue."
Ivana rolled her eyes at him: "Serves you right, who told you to scare me in the pool?"
Scare her?
That wasn’t his intention.
Leon wrapped his arm around her waist, saying suggestively, "Not at all! I saw how great my wife’s figure is and just wanted to have some fun with you. Didn’t expect you’d bite me."
Exciting?
Damn right it was exciting!
Ivana’s fists itched, excited to punch him.
Ivana’s small foot in the pool moved, tempted to knee him in the crotch for some real excitement, but she held back.
Making him a eunuch wouldn’t be good.
Leon followed Ivana’s gaze, noticing...
Leon’s eyes lit up: "Wife, do you want to make love with me?"
Ivana’s cheeks flushed bright red.
Which eye of Leon’s saw that she wanted to make love with him?
Ivana glared at him: "In your dreams!"
With his tongue bitten and he’s still thinking about this?
He’s unbelievable.
Ivana turned, walked up the pool stairs, and blushingly took the towel from Auntie Chapman’s hand, mortified: "Thank you, Auntie Chapman."
"You’re... welcome."
Auntie Chapman was also blushing. Her generation was more conservative and had never witnessed such behavior from people like Leon and Ivana before.
But they were a couple.
And in their own home swimming pool, kissing was nothing.
Auntie Chapman was pretty quick to accept this.
"President Keane, I’ll get you a towel."
Auntie Chapman had only brought one towel for Ivana, not expecting Leon was also in the pool. She turned to get another.
"No need to get him one, Auntie Chapman, you can go rest!" Ivana said.
Since he could hide silently in the pool and do such things to her, he’d be fine cold. Leon was just acting flirtatious; he wasn’t afraid of the cold.
"This..." Auntie Chapman hesitated.
"Listen to the young madam, go rest! We can share a towel," Leon suggested.
Splash!
Leon got out of the pool, showing off his perfect figure. Not an ounce of extra flesh, with eight-pack abs and a stunning mermaid line. He was extremely handsome, better looking than TV stars.
Auntie Chapman, a conservative woman, didn’t dare to stare at any man besides her husband, so she quickly turned her face away.
"Oh, okay."
Auntie Chapman hurriedly left, not bothering with Leon anymore.
Who... who wants to share a towel with him?
Ivana’s cheeks were burning, her fingers clutching the towel tighter around herself, as if fearing Leon might suddenly snatch her towel away.
Leon saw Ivana’s actions and laughed softly.
Laugh?
With his tongue bitten, he still laughed?
Serves him right!
Sure enough, Leon’s laughter didn’t last three seconds before he winced again.
Ivana entered the bathroom, and just as she was about to close the door, Leon squeezed in.
"What... what are you doing? Get out. I want to shower," Ivana pushed him, feeling his body temperature was icy cold, and hesitated. How could he be so cold?
"Ah~ I’m so cold! Honey, feel me; am I cold? If I don’t take a hot shower soon, I’m going to catch a cold. Let’s shower together!"
Together?
Ivana’s face was burning.
"Serves you right," Ivana refused him: "If you’re cold, go wear a down jacket. The closet is full of them. Can’t you put one on?"
He’s doing it on purpose.
"Achoo~"
Leon sneezed, blood spraying out again, and winced, frowning, "My tongue hurts. I’m so cold right now, honey... don’t you feel sorry for me?"
Sympathy? Ha!
He brought it on himself!
Ivana saw he wasn’t planning to put on a down jacket. She was genuinely worried he’d really catch a cold: "You shower first. I’ll wait till you finish."
If he caught a cold, he’d pass it on to the two kids tomorrow.
Yes! She wasn’t worried about him; she was worried about the two kids.
Didn’t want Leon to act carelessly, causing the kids to catch a cold.
Ivana was about to leave when Leon reached out, pulling her into his arms.
The towel couldn’t stop the cold emanating from him.
"Honey, let’s shower together."
His lips brushed her ear, his voice soft and tempting.
Ivana’s face turned as red as a ripe peach, her whole body shivered; he was just too cold.
Ivana furrowed her brows. Leon held her tightly as if not showering with him wasn’t an option.
Inside, Ivana was torn, finally giving in.
Leon’s dark eyes gleamed with triumph.
About an hour later.
The steamy bathroom door opened.
Leon carried Ivana out.
At this moment, Ivana was limp in his arms, her beautiful face like a vibrant blooming peach blossom. Her eyelids drooped, drowsy.
In her heart, she cursed Leon... damned rascal... dirty rogue!
It was already the next day.
Ivy learned about Ivana’s discharge from the hospital and called her.
Ivana gave her the new home address.
Ivy came over with fresh fruit to see Ivana.
"Hello, Aunt Linden." Timmy sweetly spoke.
"Hello." Ivy replied with a gentle smile.
"Hello, Aunt Linden..." Ian’s voice was small, his handsome little face still cool, but he had changed a lot, taking the initiative to greet people.