The Big Shot’s Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy Chapter 371 – Want to Experience It?

Chapter 371: Chapter 335: Want to Experience It?

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The Doomsday Hotel is indeed too big; if you want to explore every detail, it’ll take at least three days as a starting point.

Therefore, Kevin Clark and Daisy Zane only took a quick look at the place.

But when they went upstairs to rest, it was already past eleven o’clock.

The two of them went to the top floor, and after they came out of the elevator, Daisy Zane asked, “Is there still another floor above?”

“Yes,” Kevin replied, “Charlotte Lane and Olivia Lane’s room.”

Daisy asked, “Just the two of them?”

“Yes,” Kevin said, “Lila Campbell loves the Doomsday Hotel. When it was renovated, it was mostly done according to her preferences and a room was intentionally left for them on the top floor.”

Lila

Daisy raised her eyebrows. Kevin had never called Olivia by this nickname.

At the room entrance, Kevin swiped his room card and opened the door. The two of them entered the room together.

There were lotus decorations in the room as well.

Daisy walked into the room, touching the lotus.

It was her idea to get the marriage certificate, and she thought they could skip the proposal.

However, Kevin had still carefully arranged everything.

Kevin approached her, stroked her head and said, “Shall we take a bath? Sleep early?”

Daisy turned to look at him, “Sleep early?”

“Yeah,” Kevin smiled and kissed her lips lightly, “Sleep early.”

Daisy didn’t say anything else, simply nodding her head.

“There are clothes in the cabinet,” Kevin said.

“Okay.”

Daisy went to take a bath while Kevin went to the balcony to call Michael Jackson.

Michael was handling the Davis Family’s affairs in Truro City.

Kevin said, “Don’t kill them all at once, leave them some breath.”

“Yes, Third Master,” Michael agreed.

Michael had followed Kevin for so many years, so he naturally understood Kevin’s intentions. Immediately killing them would mean severing their attachments.

But if the Davis family was left to suffer

They would constantly try to seek help and rescue themselves.

Struggling to survive, acting lowly and humiliating themselves—those were the most painful and mentally exhausting experiences.

For the Davis Family in Truro City, it was especially true in that place.

It was like falling from the clouds into a swamp.

Even the people and relationships that the Davis Family previously looked down on would become unreachable later.

Killing them all at once wouldn’t alleviate Kevin’s hatred; slow torment would help dispel his anger.

“How’s the Miles family doing?” Kevin asked.

“The Miles Family is still the same; the company can barely function, but it’s incomparable to before,” Michael Jackson said. “If it weren’t for the occasional help from the Truro City community out of respect for the Anderson brothers, they would be even worse off.”

“However  it seems that John Anderson and Amelia Miles have some conflicts between them. They haven’t seen each other for a long time,” Michael added.

“John Anderson can’t support Amelia Miles’ ambitions,” Kevin said.

Michael agreed, then said, “Third Master, the Miles Family has been trying to find out the whereabouts of  Madam’s whereabouts. They probably want Madam to visit the Miles Family and help them.”

Michael was involved in the arrangement of the Doomsday Hotel, so he knew that Kevin was proposing today.

Moreover, it must have been successful.

If not, he would not have received this phone call.

After the word “Madam” was spoken, Kevin’s mood improved significantly. “What were they waiting for earlier? The Miss of the Miles Family should know her priorities. Deal with the Davis Family first.”

“Yes, Third Master.”

After hanging up the phone, Kevin replied to a few messages on the balcony. When Daisy finished taking a bath and came out, he went back into the room and helped her dry her hair.

When her hair was dry, Kevin kissed her forehead and said, “If you’re sleepy, go to bed first. I’m going to take a bath.”

“Okay.”

Kevin went to take a bath, and Daisy sat on the carpet without moving.

After a while, she lifted her sleeping robe sleeve up to her shoulder, revealing the tattoo on her left arm.

Pigeon blood and cinnabar would emerge when exposed to heat.

It had emerged while she was bathing.

After the bath, she applied cold water to it, and it faded, leaving only a very faint red circle.

After looking at it for a while, she put her sleeve back on, took out her cell phone, and looked at the messages.

Seeing that there were 99+ messages in their group chat, she opened it and took a look.

She didn’t bother scrolling through the earlier conversations.

However, the most recent messages were:

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Damian Brown: [Stop trying to reach out to the Big Boss today. It’s the day he gets proposed to. In my judgment  the proposal must be a success. Then what are the next steps! What’s next! At this moment, the Big Boss must have taken someone to bed.]

Daisy Zane:

Logan: [Do you mean the Big Boss is on top?]

Damian Brown: [??? Is there any difference between being on top and being on the bottom for the Big Boss? The other party is a man!]

Roy Ryder: [What about it being a man? Does it affect our Big Boss being on top?]

Logan: [It doesn’t affect it.]

Damian Brown: [No influence +1]

Luke: [I suggest that you women create a separate group chat. A grown man like me gets embarrassed just looking at your conversation.]

Logan: [Then don’t look. The Big Boss hasn’t said anything. What are you blabbing about?]

Luke: [What do you think the Big Boss would do if he saw this?]

Damian Brown: [It’s been so long, and the Big Boss hasn’t appeared. He must not have time to deal with us. Just speak freely here, and we can clear the chat history later.]

Daisy Zane was reading the message when she abruptly took action and disbanded the group chat by moving her fingers.

Then in less than a minute, Daisy Zane began receiving one apology and reimbursements after another.

So when Kevin Clark came out of the shower, he heard her phone ringing one notification after another, preventing it from playing the full tone.

“What’s going on?” Kevin Clark asked while drying his hair.

Daisy Zane looked up at him.

Kevin Clark was wearing a black sleeping robe, the belt wrapped around his waist, emphasizing his slim build.

His collarbone was exposed, with the contrast between his fair skin and the black robe creating a striking effect.

In his narrow eyes, there was an endless tenderness.

The corners of his eyes and his thin lips might be redder than usual, probably from the steam in the room.

His hair was wet, tossed back with a few strands hanging down in front, the ends reaching his eyebrows and occasionally dripping a few droplets of water.

He looked tempting, sensual, and casual.

As Daisy Zane looked at him, the words that Damian Brown had said suddenly crossed her mind.

[The Big Boss must have taken someone to bed.]

These words seemed to carry their own voice as they floated through her mind.

Daisy Zane quickly shifted her gaze and, looking down, silenced her cell phone.

As Kevin Clark watched her, he casually dried his hair a little more before tossing the towel onto a chair.

He approached her, crouched down, and asked, “Little girl, what are you thinking about?”

Daisy Zane was blocking people out and replied without raising her head, “Nothing.”

“For real?”

Daisy Zane didn’t respond, but after a while, she said, “Fake.”

Kevin Clark paused, then laughed again, “So what were you thinking about?”

Daisy Zane blocked the last person, closed her phone, and looked into his eyes, “I was thinking  about experiencing the fun at Doomsday Hotel.”

The laughter in Kevin Clark’s eyes stiffened for a moment, his tender gaze quickly becoming filled with desire. It was as if, in that instant, they were the only two people left between heaven and earth.

In his eyes, there was only his little girl.

Seeing his expression, Daisy Zane leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “Third Master  do you want to experience it together?”

The warm breath touched his ear, and Kevin Clark lightly rolled his throat, feeling his blood begin to heat up.

He licked his dry lips, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then looked at Daisy Zane, his voice hoarse, “You haven’t rested all day, I’m worried that you’re tired.”

For Daisy Zane, it had been a long day—returning to the villa early in the morning, developing a fever due to Edward Kirsten’s situation, sleeping only a few hours, then heading to the Clark Manor, the police station, and the show to record a program, arguing with someone during the afternoon. She then visited a private hospital and later arrived at the Doomsday Hotel, touring several floors. She had been on the move all day, hardly stopping to rest.

Daisy Zane raised an eyebrow, stroking her fingertips, her voice soft, “In that case, Third Master  be gentle.”

It seemed as if Kevin Clark heard a sound in his body, some string snapping.

Countless desires crawled up his heart, reflected in his eyes.

When he returned to the room, he genuinely had such a thought for a moment. But after considering the little girl’s schedule for the day, he suppressed the thought.

Already having the idea but not determined enough, with just a little tease, the desire became a fire, connecting heaven and earth.

Kevin Clark found it increasingly difficult to control himself; he took a deep breath, reached out to cradle Daisy Zane’s head, and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply.

His kiss was heavy yet restrained, as if afraid of hurting her, but at the same time, a little out of control

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Daisy Zane found herself pressed against the carpet, her mind unusually blank as her thoughts seemed to pause for a rare moment.

All her senses came from Kevin Clark, and she became lost in the overwhelming sensation and the feeling of sinking under his touch.

It wasn’t until the belt of his sleeping robe was untied, and Kevin Clark’s hot hand touched her skin, that she came back to her senses and struggled, “Kevin Clark ”

“Let’s go to the bed.”

Kevin Clark kissed her for a while longer, then pressed a gentle kiss to the scar on her collarbone before carrying her to the bed.