One night stand with my president(chapter 448)

Chapter 448:  He's Got a Little Attitude

The moment Harrison got in the car, his face was set in stone.

Adeline noticed right away.

"Oh no," she teased, "someone seems to be sulking."

Harrison shot her a glare. "Nonsense."

"I meạn it," Adeline reached over and pinched his cheek. "Your face puffs up with attitude."

"You talked to him," Harrison muttered.

Adeline burst out laughing. "I was just being polite, said hi. That's all."

Harrison said, "You smiled at him."

"It was a courteous smile!"

"A smile that looked way too good."

She was speechless.

What-was it her fault for being attractive now?

"I can't help it," Adeline cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. "I look good when I smile. Here, see for yourself."

He looked-and froze.

That radiant smile shined just for him.

His pupils quivered. Then he lowered his head and devoured her breath in a scorching kiss.

Adeline gasped, not expecting the sudden assault, clinging instinctively to his shoulders.

The kiss burned. She had no strength to fight back, no will to resist.

It felt like ages before Harrison finally let her go.

His forehead leaned against hers, breath warm and heavy.

"No more smiling at other men," he mumbled.

"You can't be serious," Adeline panted. "Denied.That's unreasonable."

Sometimes a smile was just social courtesy, not a declaration of love.

"Fine. Then I won't smile at any other women either," Harrison added seriously.

Adeline arched a brow. "You're allowed to give polite smiles to women."

Harrison stared at her with deep grievance.

He was officially sulking.

And a sulky Harrison was dangerous.

He drove them both back to Shurford Residence without a word, got out, walked upstairs, entered the apartment, and sat silently on the couch, waiting to be coaxed.

What he didn't know was-Adeline was absolutely dying over how adorable he was being.

She wanted to throw herself at him.

But she resisted.

Just to tease him, she pretended not to notice anything was wrong.

She changed into comfy loungewear and busied herself: typing on her laptop, and scrolling through her phone.

Then she snorted out a laugh at something Joyce had just sent-a meme too funny to hold in.

That did it.

Harrison couldn't take it anymore.

He thought, "She's seriously not going to come and coax me? Didn't she realize I was sulking? With a huff,” he stood up and marched over.

Adeline noticed too late. Before she could say a word, she was swept off the floor and into his arms.

"Hey!" she yelped, instinctively clinging to his neck. "What are you doing?!"

Harrison didn't answer. He just carried her straight into the bedroom.

When he tossed her onto the bed, the realization hit.

Adeline's eyes widened. "Wait... you're not actually..."

He was already on top of her, claiming her lips with a hunger that made her dizzy. In no time, her clothes were gone. Breathless, she managed to whisper, "The sun's not even down yet..."

"Who says we have to wait until sunset?"

Harrison raised an eyebrow. "What kind of outdated rule is that?"

Adeline had no comeback.

True, there was no such rule. But last night had already drained her dry-and now here he was again, before dinner, before nightfall...

Harrison let out a low chuckle and trailed a hand to her most sensitive spot.

"You." she gasped, cheeks flushing crimson.

"You're unbelievable."

"I wouldn't be like this," he said smugly, "if you had just come and coaxed me."

She groaned. "Ugh, fine. I regret it, Okay? I should've coddled you-how could I have known teasing you would cost me this much?"

But now, it was far too late for regrets.

By the time Harrison carried Adeline out of the bathroom, the sky outside was completely dark.

He looked refreshed.

She, on the other hand, was limp as a noodle.

He gently sat her in a large chair and dried her hair for her.

When she still had no energy left, he scooped her back into his arms and returned to the bed.

"So," she murmured against his chest, weakly, "not mad anymore?"

Harrison chuckled.

He hadn't really been mad.

He didn't seriously think she wasn't allowed to smile at other men. He wasn't that unreasonable.

That line about forbidding her smile? Just pure jealousy.

And when she didn't come to coddle him... well, he had to punish her a little, didn't he?

"If this keeps up," Adeline muttered, "I won't have the strength to go to work in the daytime."

"You'll be fine," he said innocently. "I'll let you sleep well tonight."

"Promise?"

"Sure... probably."

That "probably" was all the proof she needed-he couldn't be trusted.

And Harrison knew it too.

Just holding her like this was already making a certain part of his body stir again.

He thought of how she looked earlier-eyes misty, breath catching-and yeah, it only got worse.

But just then, a very loud, ill-timed stomach growl.

"I'm hungry," Adeline looked up at him pitifully.

"We haven't had dinner."

That broke the spell instantly. Harrison straightened. "Let's fix that. What do you want to eat?"

"Anything," she said, eyes shining. "As long as it's food."

She was starving. After what they'd just done, her energy reserves were gone.

Harrison sent a message, and before long, the doorbell rang.

He threw on some loungewear and answered it, then returned and scooped her into his arms again.

"Dinner's here."

"I can't move," she whined. "My legs are jelly."

He chuckled, dressed her in clean pajamas, and carried her to the dining table.

On the table were several elegantly prepared dishes. The aroma was irresistible.

All of it had been made by a private chef and delivered without delay, still piping hot.

Originally, Harrison had wanted to bring the chef in to cook onsite.

But knowing Adeline probably wouldn't want strangers in the house, he opted for delivery instead.

Adeline didn't hold back-whether she served herself or Harrison spooned things into her bowl, she devoured it all.

"No more," Harrison finally said, taking her

utensils away with a helpless look.

It wasn't about money, obviously.

But if she ate too much, it wouldn't be good for her digestion.

After dinner, Adeline's eyelids started drooping.

And once again, Harrison carried her back to bed.