Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 141

In the Dalton Hotel.

The waiter went in the presidential suite with the dining cart. He placed the steak on the table and poured a glass of red wine respectfully. Then he glanced at the bedroom but the door was closed.

When the staff didn't see their boss at the morning meeting, they all had the same guess. It was said that their boss had brought a man to the suite last night. The man was exactly the person be confined in the wine cellar.

What did this mean?

Their boss went gay!

It was said that their boss was the top and the other guy was a cute little bottom. However, when the waiter went in the suite with the trolley, he only saw a masculine man with strong chest and beautiful abs. He had just finished a shower with bathrobe loosely cloaked over his body, exposing his hairy legs.

Those rumors were wrong!

He was not a cute little bottom!

He was no little!

The waiter cast a few glances at him and met the man's gaze. The man looked quite gentle with dark brows. However, the slit in his eyebrow made him dangerous and sexy.

The waiter asked in a soft manner, "Is Mr. Ferne still sleeping?"

Noah was enjoying his steaks and answered in a blurred voice, "Yes."

The waiter was shocked by his words and asked, "Hot night, right?"

Noah did not hear him clearly and frowned, "What?"

The waiter immediately shook his head, "I mean Mr. Ferne must be too tired recently. Just call us if he wakes up."

Tired?

Sleeping on the cold floor was really a tough thing.

Noah smiled faintly, "Alright, you can leave now."

Then the waiter left reluctantly. As soon as he came out, his colleagues rushed to him. Waitresses were excited about the fact that their boss was gay, and the waiters were all eager to find about the truth. They quickly encircled the man and asked him all sorts of questions.

"How is it?"

"Did Mr. Ferne looked satisfied?"

"Which step are they in? Is the bed a total mess?"

"Just say something! Why are you not saying anything? What's going on?"

The waiter hurriedly walked to the elevator and sighed with relieve, "I only know that Mr. Ferne is still on the bed now. Besides, the bottom is in good shape with strong chest." The waiter lifted his trousers and showed his leg hair, "His leg hair is thicker than mine."

Waitress all covered their mouths and said, "Does that mean Mr. Ferne...?"

The waiters lifted their pants and looked at their leg hair at the same time.

Was it too late for them to shave their legs?

However, in the presidential suite. Ferne was lying on the floor with his mouth taped. Both his hands and feet were bound by ties so he couldn't move at all. He could only sleep in a curled manner and couldn't yell out even if he wanted to pee.

Damn it. The whir of the steak emanated from outside. Although he had eaten many steaks in the hotel, it was the first time he had such a strong desire.

It smelled so nice!

He kept wriggling and kicking the foot of the bed. Then he heard the footsteps. Noah walked in with a torn shirt in his hand. He was wearing a bathrobe and said "Sorry, it's too small. I tried to wear it."

Although he said he's sorry, there was no trace of guilt on his face.