Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!

Feeling Abel’s gaze, Betty turned her face and glared at him fiercely.

Abel was spotted by her but didn’t feel embarrassed at all; instead, he smiled at her.

"Princess Betty, would you like to dance with me?"

Betty gave him no face at all. noveldrama

"No interest."

"Every girl who rejects me will regret it in the future." Abel glanced towards the stairs, noticed Barton’s assistant leaving, and immediately pretended to find a new target. He walked upstairs, approached a young girl standing alone, and handed the drink in his hand to her. "I wonder, if I have the honor?"

The young girl, ordinary in appearance, had been ignored all night. Feeling secretly depressed, she suddenly saw Abel approaching and striking up a conversation; naturally, she felt secretly delighted and hurriedly took his glass.

"Thank you."

Abel quickly glanced at the corridor, saw Barton’s assistant’s back, and immediately put his arm around the young girl’s waist. "How about we go chat over there?"

The young girl hesitated, but he already half-embraced and half-pulled her forward.

"I like the color of your lipstick; it complements your skin and hair color beautifully. It makes one think of the passion of summer..."

With his skillful flirting techniques, Abel quickly made the girl lose herself, and she obediently followed him.

Downstairs, Betty saw his behavior and instantly frowned with disgust. Gan Yuan glanced upstairs and met General Barton’s gaze; she raised her glass towards him from afar.

General Barton immediately raised his glass in response, showing a smile on his face.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Abel swiftly walked past Barton with the young girl. Noticing that Barton didn’t see Abel, Gan Yuan withdrew her gaze and continued chatting with the Grand Lady.

The assistant walked into the room at the end, Abel casually placed his glass on the corridor table and pulled the young girl over.

At the door to the room at the end, he raised his hand and pressed the young girl against the wall and leaned in to kiss her cheek. The young girl, clearly a novice in social situations, froze immediately, not knowing what to do with such a handsome man kissing her.

While kissing her, Abel’s hand gently pushed the door open and he peered inside.

Inside, the assistant was on the phone with Sam.

"...The General’s orders are for you to head to the Northwest immediately..."

Hearing this, Abel’s eyebrows raised, ready to listen carefully. The young girl saw a waiter approaching and pushed him away in panic.

Not prepared for this, Abel’s hand naturally increased pressure, pushing the door open entirely.

The assistant on the phone turned around in surprise. Abel quickly pulled the young girl inside, pretending not to see the assistant, casually threw his coat aside, and turned to press the young girl against the door, kissing her again.

"Why?"

On the other end of the call, Sam asked in confusion.

"It’s not convenient here, wait a moment!" The assistant turned his face, looking helplessly at Abel. "Mr. Abel..."

"Oh, really sorry, I didn’t see you." Abel finally lifted his face from the young girl and smiled carelessly at the assistant. "Sorry for interrupting you. Let’s find another place, sweetheart."

The young girl was already blushing with embarrassment, feeling extremely awkward as Abel pulled her out, and she immediately withdrew her hand.

"Um, I... I... I don’t even know your name."

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Good afternoon