A Wild and Hot Cutie novel Chapter 238

"Ann, open the door for me. What kind of wolfhound is it?" Alisa will not let it go. She insists to open the door.

Ann's face is flustered. The more flustered she is, the more curious Alisa is.

"This, Miss Alisa, I'm afraid not..." Ann says with fear.

Alisa's face is colder and her attitude is firmer. The more secretive it is, the more it makes her feel like strange.

Is there something hidden in this?

"OK, if you don't open it, I will do it myself."

Alisa steps back, grabs a chair and smashes it at the door lock.

Ann's face is scared, so she comes to stop Alisa immediately. "OK, Miss Alisa, I'll open for you!"

Alas, why is Alisa so impatient and impulsive?

Alisa takes a step back. Ann takes out the key and trembles to open the door.

"Miss Alisa, if Davis blames me, you have to help me!"

Alisa glances at Ann and nods.

The door opens and Alisa looks inside.

She doesn't know when the bedding in the room has been removed. There is only a huge iron cage.

The cage is covered with blue oilpaper cloth. She can't see the contents clearly.

"Miss Alisa, have you seen it? It's really just a wolfhound." Ann says with fear.

Alisa takes a quiet look, and she steps back.

"Close the door!"

"OK!" Ann locks the door of the guest room again quickly.

Davis comes back late with a smell of wine on his body in the evening, and his clothes are wrinkled.

Meanwhile, Alisa has finished her dinner and is sitting on the sofa watching TV.

She is a little absent-minded and changing the stage aimlessly with the remote control in her hand.

Davis takes her tiny feet, rubs them in his hands, and pulls her into his arms.

"Why don't you go to sleep?"

His logic is, lets her eat and then sleep, wake up and then eat.

Alisa raises her face and looks at him. "Did you fight with someone? What's on it?"

Davis's black eyes flash a little flustered, and then he takes off the suit like a disguise and throws it to Jordan.

"It's OK. It's just a little dust. I'll take you back to your room and go to bed!"

It's only three minutes since Davis comes in. He can't wait for Alisa to go to bed.

There is a bad feeling in Alisa's heart. Is this man hiding something from her?

She decides to be with him happily when she gets back from Thomas.

She tries to love and accepts him. They live a sweet life.

However, Alisa finds her idea a little naive.

She doesn't know why she always thinks that Davis is hiding something to her.

"I'm not sleepy. I'll sleep later!"

Whether Alisa is sleepy or not, Davis picks her up and goes upstairs.

Alisa does not move simply. She looks at him with her eyes. Davis puts Alisa on the bed and stretches his hand to cover the quilt for her.

Two people lie on the bed, four eyes are opposite. They are looking at each other. Alisa yawns finally, stretches to lie on the pillow and closes her eyes.

"Well, I'm sleepy. I'm sleeping!"

Davis smiles contentedly and reaches over her long hair with the softness of his heart spreading slowly.

His mood becomes worse and worse with the passage of time.

But no matter how bad it is, he dares not to show it in front of Alisa. If he does the same as before, his state will make her uneasy.

Such a result may be more unexpected to him, so even if he is not happy, he must pretends to be more like a man at least in front of her.

Alisa curls up and her sleeping position is so cute like a kitten.

He reaches out his hand and strokes her long hair, and that beautiful thing is disappearing.

One day, she will evaporate in his world like air.

He can't help watching such a painful thing happen.

Only when Alisa is asleep, can he really release his emotions. The handsome face with smile just now looks gloomy. The thick eyebrows are wrinkled tightly, which seems to kill a row of flies.

Davis gets up and walks out lightly while looking at Alisa's sweet sleep.

He turns off the light and closes the bedroom door.

He knows the time is early and he stands in the hall on the first floor, smoking a cigarette while looking at the night scene outside.

Ann's figure walks behind him quietly.

"Master, Miss Alisa went into that room today."

Davis turns to take a look at her with his eyes darkening and terrifying. "What did she see?"

"I told her, as you said, that there was a dog inside. She just looked at it and then came out."

"Tell me first if something happens later." Davis's voice is cold.

There is a delicate figure at the corner of the second floor at this moment.

Alisa holds the wall, lying on the ground, and hiding herself in the shadow carefully.