Chapter 410: Chapter 410

High General Mansion.

Alexander Kingsley got out of the car; it was already early morning.

"Admiral!" the adjutant greeted politely, "Admiral, it was all due to my incompetence... that you got injured. Please punish me."

"Punishment is in order," Alexander said sternly, "Luckily, the President is awake. Otherwise, you would need to present your head."

In the First Special District, everything belongs to the President, or rather, the Crown Prince’s. Look at how injured he is now?

Does it not warrant punishment?

"Go and receive your punishment yourself."

Alexander ordered thus.

Such matters absolutely cannot be ignored; military justice must be served. It should have been a firing squad! Now with military punishment, it’s already lenient!

Alexander went upstairs.

Only to find that the little rascal wasn’t there.

Ever since Carla Carr arrived at the First Special District, Alexander had personally arranged accommodations for her, right next door to him. Her room was like a beautiful princess room.

The first thing upon going upstairs was to push open the door to check on her.

But he unexpectedly found that she wasn’t in the room. The little rascal went out? Hmm?

Alexander was taken aback, glanced at the covers in the room, then turned back and left the room...

Carla Carr was alone at the bar, drinking, her mind on what Albert Kingsley and Peggy Carr had said today about an incident involving Alexander Kingsley.

She wasn’t in a good mood.

Her calls to him went unanswered.

She wandered over to Nightfall Palace.

As she drank, watching the men and women at the bar, she got dizzy, aloof, completely unaware of a tall and assertive figure behind her...

The man extended his large hands, dominantly looping around her slender waist, with a scoop, pulling her whole body into his embrace.

Her fluffy head bumped into his chest, leaving her dazed...

The familiar male pheromones wafted into her nostrils, so comforting, so fragrant, it was Alexander Kingsley, it was his scent, so secure.

Just as she murmured his name, her soft pink lips were sealed, her little mouth captured by his, kissed tenderly.

Between their lips, it was filled with his clean and refreshing taste...

After uttering a few words, he lightly patted her lower back, like a punishment, "smack".

Out drinking this late, hmm?

Another slap landed on her lower back.

Little woman, wearing so little, such a short skirt, can’t even cover the thighs, that’s not allowed, understand?

"Mmm!" The touched skin turned scorching hot; her face flushed scarlet, then she suddenly looked up, gazing at him.

It was Alexander Kingsley!

When did he come back?

She clung to his waist, tighter and tighter, hugging his neck, not letting go: "Mmm, didn’t you go on a business trip?"

"..." Yes. It was a trip, a different kind of trip.

Why is this little woman wrapping around his waist?

Moreover, tighter and tighter, little thing, does she even know this is playing with fire...

He originally just planned to hold her, kiss her once. But unexpectedly, she was daring enough to cling to his waist...

Though his waist was injured,

it didn’t affect a certain function at all, aroused by her, lower abdomen tensed, throat heated, his sexy Adam’s apple gently rolled.

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His voice was tinged with a slight hoarseness.

"Wife, stop clinging to the waist..."