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Chapter 626
When Genevieve woke up the next morning, she opened her eyes and saw Bruce looking at her with his arm supporting his head.
How long has he been staring al mee
She then remembered how she had been seduced by the sexy man in front of her. Awkwardness and embarrassment surged in her right away. After locking eyes with Bruce for three seconds, she pulled the blanket over her head.
Bruce pulled the blanket down and chuckled softly. “Ms. Rachford, you were the one who took advantage of me. What are you scared of?”
“I’m cold.” Genevieve answered calmly. However, her cars had turned red. “Since the sun is up, you should leave, no?”
“Ms. Rachford, we’re at my place.”
Genevieve froze momentarily before asking in bewilderment, “Didn’t you say this place belongs to your friend? Will he kill you if he found out what we’ve done in his bedroom?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf Bruce were to bring a girl into my house to do such a thing. I would definitely kill him.
Bruce couldn’t help but laugh. “If we both keep our mouths shut, how would he ever find out? Perhaps we should do this at your house next time, Ms. Rachford.”
Genevieve was stunned. “Next time? You want to do this again?”
“Yes.” Bruce admitted frankly. He then leaned over to kiss Genevieve and uttered, “Ms. Rachford, do you find me not attractive enough, or do you think I don’t have enough stamina?”
“Okay. Please stop talking.” Genevieve was done listening to what he had to say.
Bruce is too good at acting. When I first met him, he looked extremely innocent. However, he‘s actually very good at flirting. I bet he was just pretending to dislike women. He just wanted me to feel bad for him so that I could fall into his trap and sleep with him.
Bruce saw how Genevieve’s expression was changing, and he found that amusing,
I bet her mind is a mess now. Although she‘s already a mother of two, she‘s still as cute as she was four years
Bruce smiled and asked, “Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom so that you can wash
up?”
Before Genevieve could answer, Bruce carried lier to the bathroom. Ile then took a towel and laid it down on the washbasin before putting her on it.
Genevieve saw the familiar gesture and asked, “Who are you?”
Bruce’s gaze darkened.
He shoved a toothbrush into Genevieve’s hand and asked, “Why do you ask, Ms. Rachford? Do I remind you of someone?”
“Why did you lay a towel on the washbasin?”
“Well, because your nightgown is made of silk. It’s thin, so I was worrice that thc washbasin could be chilly: That’s why I laid down the lowcl.” There was at hint of amusement in Bruce’s cycs.
Genevieve had her head lowered, so she didn’t see his gaze. She mcrcly acknowledged his answer and brushed hier teethi absentmindedly.
“What would you like to have for breakfast?” Bruce asked.
“Aglio olio.”
“Okay.” Bruce washed up and got ready to leave the bathroom. Before he left, he said, “The ladies’ clothes in the walk-in closet are all bought for you. You can wear whatever you want.”
Genevieve washed her face and went to the walk-in closet.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe walk-in closet was huge. Apart from a few sets of men’s suits, the rest of the compartments were filled with ladies’ clothes. In fact, there were clothes ready for every season, and they were mostly in green color.
Why did he buy so many sets of clothes for me? It‘s not like I‘m going to stay here often.
Genevieve’s cyes lit up when she saw the dress shirts in the wardrobe. She picked out one of them and buttoned the shirt up as she walked out.
By then, Bruce was already done making breakfast.
When he saw Genevieve walking over in an oversized dress shirt, his eyes lit up. Her long, slender, and attractive legs captivated him.
The look in Bruce’s eyes changed immediately, and his breathing turned rapid. “Ms. Rachford. are you doing this on purpose?”
“Don’t I get to choose what I want to wear?” Upon sceing his expression, Genevieve felt as though she had gained back the dignity she had lost the night before. Naturally, she was pleased.
She went to the dining table and pulled a chair for hersell. After taking a scat, she asked, “Is breakfast ready? I’m famished.”
Bruce served her a plate of aglio olio and sat opposite her.
He did his very best to suppress his desire. During breakfast, le suddenly asked, “Ms. Rachford, it’s Christmas today. How would you like to spend it?”
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