The Billionaire’s Brokenhearted Deal Chapter 436 - 436 He is Waiting for the Right Moment

She softly sang, “We're legally bound now, so why would I put up a fight? Besides, you've witnessed it before.”

Mo Chen let out a soft chuckle, patting her head before assisting her with her clothes.

“Hmm, that’s right.”

“Right about what? You can hardly contain yourself, can you?”

“Hmm…”

The man’s long, elegant fingers continued to unbutton her shirt, a seductive curve gracing his thin lips.

Qiao Ruoxin observed his expression, teasing, “You’re still just humming? You have the audacity to keep humming? Don’t you have any conscience? You’d actually lay a hand on a pregnant woman.”

Mo Chen merely chuckled softly, remaining silent.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Perhaps because you’re telling the truth.”

“…”

Qiao Ruoxin felt a surge of annoyance that threatened to bubble into laughter; it seemed she had kept this man starved for far too long, to the point where he'd lost the energy to even argue.

The bathroom door was shut tight, the sound of running water emanating from within, mingled with suggestive noises and the man’s low groans.

What transpired inside remained a mystery, but the sounds alone sparked a whirlwind of imagination.

An hour later.

As the bathroom door swung open, Mo Chen emerged, clad in a black bathrobe, gently carrying a drowsy Qiao Ruoxin. He carefully laid her on the bed and pulled the covers up.

Qiao Ruoxin, nestled hazily in bed, clutched the collar of his bathrobe, her eyes slowly fluttering open. “Are you satisfied now? No more scowling?”

The man’s dark eyes widened slightly, a smile playing on his lips. “Hmm, you’re exhausted, get some sleep.”

“Where are you going?”

“I need to attend to some matters in the study.”

Mo Chen tucked her hand beneath the blankets before preparing to rise and depart.

“The wedding is drawing near; we’ll be able to proceed with the ceremony without a hitch, won’t we?” She voiced her own uncertainty, the current calm masking a fear of potential turmoil on the wedding day.

The man gazed down at her worried expression, replying in a deep voice, “Don’t concern yourself with these matters. Just focus on taking good care of yourself.”

“Hmm.”

Mo Chen turned and exited the bedroom.

At that moment, Xiaowu stood with his arms crossed, casually leaning against the wall, as if he had been waiting for a considerable time.

Upon seeing the bedroom door open, Xiaowu immediately straightened up. “Young Master Mo.”

Mo Chen turned, closing the door behind him, the residual tenderness on his handsome features vanishing instantly, replaced by his usual air of indifference.

“With the wedding rapidly approaching, deploy additional guards to watch over that ‘Little Ghost.’ There must be absolutely no mishaps during the ceremony.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Keep a close watch on the Lawrence family,” Mo Chen stated, heading towards his study.

Xiaowu trailed behind him. “I’ve learned that Lawrence has been hospitalized, and his condition is critical; he’s currently in the ICU. Furthermore, a fierce battle for inheritance is erupting within the Lawrence Family in the United States.”

Mo Chen’s handsome face tightened as he pushed open the study door. Entering, he took his seat behind the desk, opened a drawer, retrieved a pack of cigarettes, placed one between his lips, and lit it.

His gaze was profound, lost in thought.

After a significant pause, the man spoke in a deep tone, “Also, keep tabs on that scoundrel. Don’t let him orchestrate any schemes behind our backs.”

“I’ve had eyes on him constantly. Simon has been remarkably low-profile lately; it’s unclear what he’s plotting. He’s likely unsettled by the turmoil in the United States. With Lawrence in the hospital and Mrs. Lawrence’s suicide attempt… he must be feeling rather cornered right now.”

Mo Chen let out a cold, sharp laugh. “He’s merely biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch Qiao Ruoxin away and return to the States to claim his inheritance.”

The man exhaled a plume of smoke, momentarily obscuring his handsome features, his eyes narrowing.

Two years ago, Qiao Ruoxin had vanished from his life in the mortal realm; this time, he swore he would never permit such a thing to occur again.