Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 682: Put on women’s clothing immediately, we’re going to the palace…
Then, he quickly flipped up and launched a swift kick towards Mark.
Mark sidestepped, perfectly dodging Arnold’s attack, and chuckled, "Kid, not bad!"
Arnold stood still, his fox-like eyes glaring at Mark, complaining, "Boss, your way of waking someone up is quite unique!"
"Haha..." Mark laughed heartily, patting Arnold’s small shoulder, "Boss was just testing your reflexes! But you didn’t disappoint, kid."
Arnold glared at Mark, complaining, "Boss, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to! You’re just looking at my small frame, doubting my abilities, so you decided to test me again before we set off, right?"
"Haha." Mark laughed awkwardly, looking at Arnold, replying without a hint of embarrassment, "Boss is just looking out for you! I’m worried your little life is too fragile to handle this."
Arnold didn’t appreciate Mark’s ’good intentions’ one bit, countering, "Boss, worry about yourself instead, my little life is tougher than you think."
After saying this, Arnold looked at Mark and asked, "Boss, are we setting off now?"
"Yes." Mark nodded, looking at Arnold, ordering, "Change into women’s clothes immediately, we’re heading to the palace."
Arnold looked at Mark, making a last-ditch effort, "Boss, there aren’t any women’s clothes for me to wear here. We’re short on time, let’s just go straight to the palace."
After that, he immediately assured, "Boss, don’t worry. Even if I don’t dress as a woman, I can still disguise myself as a guard from Whitehill and stay close to the Queen to protect her."
Mark looked at Arnold, retorting, "Can a guard be as close as a personal maid?"
Not waiting for Arnold to respond, Mark continued, "No more discussions on this. You will dress as a woman and stay by Melody’s side for protection. That’s settled. As for the clothes, despite this hotel being shabby, finding women’s clothes shouldn’t be too difficult."
With that, Mark pushed the door open and walked out.
He headed straight to the front desk and gently tapped on the counter.
The tapping sound woke up the dozing hotel receptionist.
She opened her sleepy eyes and asked Mark, "Sir, is there something you need?"
Mark nodded, getting straight to the point, "I need a set of women’s clothing, no skirts. Oh, and a set of makeup too."
The hotel receptionist was puzzled, "Women’s clothing? Makeup?"
"That’s right." Mark nodded, pulling out a stack of money and placing it on the counter, "Brand new clothes and makeup, needed immediately."
"Alright, please wait a moment." The hotel receptionist quickly collected the money and went to find new clothes and makeup for Mark.
Though their hotel was rundown and didn’t offer special services, customers who paid still got their requests fulfilled.
Before long, the receptionist returned with a set of clean clothes and an unopened makeup kit, "Sir, here are your items."
"Okay." Mark nodded, reaching out to take them.
The hotel receptionist spoke up, "Sir, actually..."
Mark turned around, puzzled, "What?"
The receptionist’s face was slightly flushed, "Actually, actually..."
She fumbled for a while and finally bit the bullet, saying, "Nothing, sir. Please go about your business."
Mark didn’t pay much attention, gave a slight smile, and turned to leave.
Watching Mark’s departing figure, the receptionist couldn’t help but sigh, "Ah! How can someone so handsome... indeed, same-sex truly is true love!"
...
Mark walked back into the room with the clothes and makeup, handing them all to Arnold, "Here, clothes and makeup, change now."
Seeing Mark had gathered everything, Arnold had no choice but to take the items from Mark’s hands and headed to the bathroom.
The bathroom door closed in front of him, while Mark lazily sat on the bed and lit a cigarette.
Amidst the swirling smoke, unsurprisingly, the face he hadn’t seen for half a year appeared in Mark’s mind again—Melody Parker.
Since parting with Melody in Whitehill, Mark hadn’t seen her for half a year.
Yet during these six months, that bright, strong, and optimistic face frequently surfaced in Mark’s mind, appearing in his dreams.
Mark knew clearly that he had fallen for that girl, Melody Parker.
But he also knew that she didn’t love him.
So he had never expressed his feelings in front of her. He just wanted to silently protect her, and seeing her and her darlings happy was enough.
His country was invaded, and the girl he protected was in danger; naturally, he wouldn’t stand idly by.
Staring at the bright face in the smoke, Mark spoke with a doting, determined tone, "Melody, whether it’s you or your country, I will protect you and won’t let anyone harm you in the slightest!"
Just then, with a click, the bathroom door opened, and Arnold emerged in women’s clothes.
Arnold stood at the bathroom door, looking at Mark, who was sitting with his back to her, smoking a cigarette, and softly called out, "Boss..."
Hearing the voice, Mark turned around.
The moment he saw the person in front of him, Mark was dumbfounded.
He knew Arnold was good-looking, and he imagined that Arnold might look beautiful dressed as a woman, but he never expected this level of beauty.
Standing there at the bathroom door, Arnold, wearing light makeup, donned a red bat-wing knit top and azure overalls.
He already had a delicate face, but after some makeup, he appeared even more charming, more alluring than a woman.
His brows were picturesque, skin like creamy jade, and his waist as slender as a willow; if not for knowing his real identity, anyone would mistake him for a genuine little beauty...
After calling Mark "boss," Arnold nervously stood at the bathroom door, anxiously awaiting Mark’s reaction.
Due to his height, the overalls Arnold wore appeared short on him, originally full-length pants now looking like cropped pants.
Arnold stood with his head bowed, hands awkwardly at his sides, his lively eyes dodging, unable to meet Mark’s dark gaze.
Having stood there for a long time without hearing Mark’s voice, Arnold hesitantly said, without daring to raise his head, "Boss, maybe I should forget it; I really can’t pass as a woman."
