Chapter 167

After Bellamy was carried into the car, Fraser's expression was still far from relaxed. He held her tightly, bending down to kiss her-softly, gently-his lips tracing over her forehead, her cheeks, even down to her chin, alternating between feather-light pecks and deeper presses, like he couldn't get enough. Once he was done with his little tour, Bellamy tugged lightly on his shirt and let out a small laugh. "What are you, a puppy? You've drooled all over my face." Fraser's arms tightened around her waist. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice rough. "Bellamy, don't try to cheer me up. You don't have to make jokes. Just let me hold you for a bit." "Mm, okay..." She puffed out her cheeks slightly, trying to lift her eyes to look at him. "Can I ask you something then? Can you at least tell me when you're coming back next time? You always pop up out of nowhere. It's really hard not to like you when you do that." His expression softened a little. "The bodyguards around you? I