One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"Remember: I'm your man so I'll do my duty as your man."

Pausing for a while, he added, "No matter what happens."

No matter what happens!

As a man, he would bear everything to the very end.

She was thoroughly shocked.

Because of this reassuring reply, a soft smile finally appeared on her pale face. The corners of her lips curled up as well.

"Woman, you must remember." He turned her to face him by her shoulders; with their noses and mouths touching, his lips gently curled upward as he said, "I may be possessive, but I only care about you!"

A spark seemed to set off in her eyes.

I only care about you.

This man was all along the high ruler of the Mu empire, but all the power and status would mean nothing if he could not protect her at all.

Her pupils contracted as her eyes sparkled with tears.

Her heart was deeply moved!

Hearing these from his lips was much more moving than any superfluous declarations of love!

He reached out helplessly to touch her eyes, and the tepid tears wet the ball of his palm.

He affectionately scratched the tip of her nose and said unhappily, "It's rare for me to say such sentimental words, so it'll frustrate me if you cry."

She did not know whether to laugh or cry at his words in that instant!

More than an hour had passed by the time she finished bathing.

He carried her to the seat and patiently wiped her body dry. After that, he took one, large fluffy towel, and started to dry her wet hair.

She let him 'serve' her willfully. At this moment, she was like a child in his care, whereas he was like a meticulous father to her.

This man is so weird!

Sometimes, he could be so childish—wayward, overbearing, and obstinate—just like a kid.

Other times, he was like a warm and gentle father figure that one could not help longing for.

She looked up and caught his haughty chin in time.

His profile looked impeccable from any angle at 360-degree turn. Even from where she looked, from the dead-end perspective of looking up at the lowest point, he looked perfect and exquisite than ever.

The corners of her lips folded up and she suddenly clasped his sleeve to pull him toward her.

She then gently locked her lips onto his.

Her self-initiated kiss was deep and gentle. He cupped her face and gently perked her pinky little mouth.

She broke into a smile. Lowering her eyes, she let the tips of their noses touched.

As she sniffed the gentle breath blowing from his lips, her heart was more secure than ever.

After he blew dry her hair, he carried her to the bed.

Just as he turned his back on her, she reached her hand frantically to grab his sleeve.

He turned around quizzically, only to hear her whisper, "W-Where are you going?"

She realized that he was only trying to tidy up the place when she caught sight of the blanket in his hand. In a hushed voice, she asked, "Can you put that away later? C-Can you accompany me a while longer?"

Startled, he put the thing to one side without a word. As he sat beside her, he held her cool hand very naturally.

When she saw the overt fatigue on his face, she quickly asked, "Are you tired? Do you want to rest, too?"

He wrinkled his brows slightly. "No!"

"You look so tired, though…"

She hurriedly moved her body to one side to free a space beside her.