"Let's talk about it tomorrow!"
Without even glancing at him, MacLehose abruptly interrupted him with a wave of his hand, his voice loud and urgent, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.
He didn't stop walking at all, even bumping into his secretary who was trying to keep up with his report, causing her to stumble.
"Sir! There's another urgent coded telegram from the Foreign Office in London..." Another senior assistant waiting in the lobby also rushed forward.
"I said I'll talk about it tomorrow!"
MacLehose's roar echoed in the empty hallway, carrying an unprecedented agitation and an unquestionable authority. He said, "I have more important things to do today! Things that are absolutely crucial! Get out of my way!"
His gaze swept over everyone who tried to stop him, and the urgency and burning flame in his eyes made all his entourage and staff members shudder and instinctively fall silent and back away.
They had never seen the Governor of Hong Kong so out of control, so... aggressive.
Hearing the commotion, the butler rushed over from the side hall. It was the first time she had ever seen MacLehose in such a state; he had lost all his gentlemanly elegance.
The butler, with a look of surprise and concern, asked, "Sir, you're back. We need to prepare things for you first..."
"Where is Madam?!" McClelland interrupted her abruptly, asking urgently.
"Madam...Madam is having afternoon tea in the rose pavilion in the garden."
The butler quickly replied.
Upon hearing this, MacLehose did not hesitate. Without even waiting for the butler to finish speaking, he immediately turned around and charged towards the side gate leading to the garden like a cannonball.
The leather shoes clattered heavily on the polished marble floor.
Beneath the Rose Pavilion, Mrs. Teresa Teng, dressed in an elegant Chanel suit, was gracefully stirring the black tea in her bone china cup.
The golden rays of the setting sun shone on the blooming roses, outlining her well-maintained profile.
However, there was a hint of coldness in her expression.
The shadow of yesterday's argument and unpleasantness between the two of them, which stemmed from her "incompetence," had not yet dissipated. Seeing her husband's unusual figure rushing towards her with an overbearing air from afar, she snorted coldly in her heart, deliberately turning her body to the side, leaving him only with a cold and distant back view.
She was determined to make him pay for his words and actions yesterday, no matter what, and she wouldn't give him the slightest bit of sympathy.
Without pausing for a moment, MacLehose rushed to the foot of the Rose Pavilion with a gust of wind.
He didn't even glance at the exquisite tea and snacks on the table, nor did he utter a single word.
To Deng Liping's astonishment, her husband, who was usually very polite and well-mannered, bent down, spread his arms, and lifted her up from the chair in a perfect "princess carry" without saying a word!
"Murray! What are you doing!"
Deng Liping gasped in surprise, her body tensing instantly. She instinctively pressed her hands against his chest, her face a mixture of shock and anger. "Let go of me! Don't think I'll forgive you for what happened yesterday! Stop with that act! Do you think I'm still a twenty-year-old girl?"
She suppressed the strange tremor in her heart caused by the sudden suspension of her body, and continued to arm herself with cold mockery:
"You think you can carry me? Humph! If you're so capable, carry me to the bed! If you're so capable, then in bed, act like a real man and properly exercise your rights as a husband?"
"Heh... If you don't have the ability, Murray, I advise you to put me down now! Otherwise... it'll make everyone look bad!"
She deliberately emphasized the words "his face looked terrible," staring at him coldly, waiting to see his embarrassed and withdrawn expression as if his sore spot had been hit.
However, the expected embarrassment, withdrawal, or even anger did not occur.
Looking down at her, Mak Lei-ho showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, a domineering smile that Teresa Teng had never seen before appeared on her face, a smile that was a mixture of strong confidence, desire, and unquestionable authority!
That smile made her heart skip a beat.
"As you wish, my lady."
MacLehose's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable certainty.
Before he finished speaking, he picked her up, turned around quickly, and strode toward the most luxuriously decorated guest room closest to the Rose Pavilion.
His steps were steady and powerful, and his arms holding her did not tremble at all. He was as steady as if he were holding the most precious and fragile thing, yet he was full of an irresistible sense of power.
Deng Liping was held tightly in his arms, and she could clearly feel the unusually strong and powerful heartbeat from his chest, as well as the almost scorching heat that came through the thin fabric of his clothes.
She wanted to struggle, wanted to rebuke, but found her body was somewhat weak. That familiar masculine aura and sense of power from her youth left her mind blank.
Bang!
The heavy, carved wooden door to the guest bedroom was kicked open by MacLehose and slammed shut behind him.
Deng Liping felt a sudden dizziness, and was gently but irresistibly thrown onto the large bed covered with top-quality Egyptian cotton sheets, so soft that one could sink into it.
She struggled to her feet, still shaken, and was about to shout when a tall figure, radiating intense heat and undeniable authority, loomed over her like a tiger pouncing on its prey!
“Murray! You… um…”
All the protests and questions were silenced by a kiss that was both domineering and plundering, yet incredibly passionate.
Deng Liping's mind went blank. She felt her husband's palms burning hot, carrying a long-lost strength and skill that even surpassed the initial passionate days of their relationship, igniting flames within her.
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