After rejecting my celebrity husband

Chapter 2065: Chapter 2069: Do You Love Me

”Of course not, we’re just friends.”

”That’s good.” Donnie sighed with relief, ”I’ll send you her address shortly.”

After hanging up the call, Donnie quickly sent over an address in Lyon City, France.

”If you’re busy, you should go back first. I can keep an eye on things here.” After Jiao Yang finished his call, Qin Lan spoke, ”If there’s any problem, I’ll consult you.”

”Alright, I’ll head back then.” Jiao Yang extended his hand, ”Anyway, feel free to contact me if there’s anything. No need to stand on ceremony.”

”Alright.” Qin Lan reached out his hand, shaking Jiao Yang’s.

After bidding Qin Lan farewell, Jiao Yang descended the stairs to the waiting car downstairs and headed to Riverside Fragrant Mansion.

Since disembarking from the plane, he had been busy without even going home.

Returning to Riverside Fragrant Mansion, the driver dragged his luggage into the living room. Jiao Yang thanked him and let him leave, casually hanging his suit jacket on the coat rack before heading to the fridge to fetch water.

Noticing the Doraemon fridge magnet pulling something out of its own pocket, Jiao Yang couldn’t help but lose focus.

Jiao Yang raised his hand to pull down a note from the fridge magnet, with Mo Bei’s flamboyant handwriting on it.

”Doraemon, there’s your favorite dorayaki in the fridge. I made them myself! There are only three; the others were so bad I couldn’t bear to keep them and had to throw them away.”

Jiao Yang opened the fridge door and indeed saw three dorayaki on the beautiful Doraemon plate.

He took out the plate and removed the plastic wrap.

Clearly, these three dorayaki might have taken her countless attempts to make, considering Mo Bei had never cooked before. It probably wasted a lot of time for her to create three edible ones.

Jiao Yang picked one up, brought it to his lips, and gently took a small bite.

Unexpectedly, despite the ordinary appearance, the taste was quite good.

Slowly chewing the dorayaki in hand, Mo Bei’s face appeared again in Jiao Yang’s mind, imagining her cooking, his heart ached once more.

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While Beijing was already nighttime, Rome was just entering the afternoon.

After lunch, Luo Xiaoqian took her routine nap.

Resting her head on the pillow, her body was slightly curled, the corners of her lips lifted in a gentle smile, her small face flushed faintly.

She was dreaming; a very peculiar dream.

In the dream, she was tightly embraced by someone. His scorching kisses traced her cheeks, earlobes, and side of her face... all the while murmuring her name.

”Xiao Qian... Xiao Qian... Xiao Qian...”

Then, the kiss landed on her lips.

It was an incredibly passionate kiss, as if he wished to swallow her whole, yet it was also extremely tender, as if she was his entire life’s love and everything.

In the dream, she loved him.

Returning his kiss, embracing him, she opened herself to him, sharing the most intimate moments.

”Xiao Qian, I love you, do you love me?”

The man’s face was buried in her neck, whispering breathlessly. His voice was deeply pleasing.

”...”

She wanted to call his name but couldn’t manage to say it, only reaching out to caress his short hair.

The man’s head slowly lifted from her neck, and Luo Xiaoqian began to see his face clearly.

Stubbled beard, sensuous thin lips turned upwards in a beautiful smile, eyes shining brightly at her...

It turned out to be that chef.

Luo Xiaoqian’s heart skipped, and she abruptly opened her eyes.