Richard Scott's eyes darkened.
As Abby Miller looked into his deep eyes, her heart was beating like crazy.
Was he taking a shower or... "What are you doing?"
She felt that things seemed to be beyond her acceptable range and immediately tried to stand up in panic.
However, Richard Scott grabbed her waist with his large hand and pulled her down. This time, she sat more accurately on his lap.
There was a flame in his eyes, and his suppressed thoughts became more and more difficult to control.
Abby Miller's face was deathly pale. She grabbed Richard Scott's hand, which was about to reach out for her remaining clothes, and silently stopped him.
Richard Scott did not say anything. He just gently kissed her earlobe.
Abby Miller's face began to turn red. She tried her best to shrink her head, trying to avoid him.
After being successfully ambushed by Richard Scott, Abby Miller retreated in panic.
However, before she could think of a way to deal with it, Richard Scott looked at the red thread on his hand with a depressed expression.
He angrily pulled Abby Miller up and rubbed his hands hard in the water.
Abby Miller lowered her head and looked at herself. Her face turned even redder because... Her period was here!
Well, Mr. Scott, can you go to the room and get me a... sanitary towel?
She twisted her fingers and asked in embarrassment.
Richard Scott's face darkened. He snorted heavily and strode out of the bathtub.
Before Abby Miller could remind him that he had yet to wipe his body, he grabbed a bathrobe and wrapped it around his body. Then, he threw the door open and left.
There was nothing more embarrassing than this in the world!
With a red face, Abby Miller cleaned up everything in the bathroom before leaving.
When she arrived at the room, she discovered that Richard Scott has already asleep on the bed.
Abby Miller felt a little strange. Since he wanted to rest in this room, why did he ask her to take all her clothes here?
After standing there for a few seconds, she slowly turned around and tiptoed out, planning to sleep in the guest room next door.
"What do you want to do?"
Suddenly, Richard Scott's cold voice rang out behind him.
Abby Miller was shocked and quickly reached out to pat her little heart.
Wasn't he already asleep? Why was he awake again? He suddenly spoke. Didn't he know that frightening people would scare people to death?
"Nothing. I just want to go back to sleep." She explained softly.
"Didn't we agree to sleep with me? Don't disobey my orders." Richard Scott looked at her and said without any doubt.
At first, Richard Scott wanted to refuse, but she managed to hold back her words.
She did not want to know the consequences of disobeying the devil!
Abby Miller lowered her head, obediently walked to the other side of the bed, and climbed up.
As soon as she lay down, Richard Scott turned over and held her in his arms.
Abby Miller could not help but tremble slightly. She did not know what he would do next.
His warm chest exuded the aura of a man, surrounding her petite body and even breathing together.
Just now in the bathroom, the experience appears her mind.
Fortunately, her period was timely enough to save her. Otherwise, she would have had nowhere to run.
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