Brian was not aware about Shawn's scheming at that moment. He poured himself a glass of champagne, casually grabbed it within his fingers and looked at the canary yellow liquid dancing along the ice cubes. He tipped the glass and savored the liquid. Instantly, his mouth was filled with the strong stimulation of an acrid chill. He took a deep breath and swallowed, and the chill travelled through his throat.
There was a quick knock on the door. Brian lowered his glass and turned around to the door. Tony entered and informed,"Mr. Brian Long, Miss Xia's clothes have been delivered."
"Good," Brian responded idly. Tony ordered the servants to bring over all the clothes and he had them place it on the bed. He quickly withdrew from the room.
Brian walked over and picked one of the underwear and a dress embroidered with Bohemian flowers. He walked straight towards the bathroom.
Molly, who was in the bathroom, was holding her underwear in one hand and a hair-drier in the other. After her bath, she had washed all of her clothes which she had been wearing and was now trying to dry them out. As she was dragged along by Brian unexpectedly, she didn't have any spare clothes to change into.
She started whining, depressed by the still-wet clothes even after several minutes of blow drying them with the hair-drier. It seemed like an impossible task. If she took too long, Brian would think something was amiss and would come to find her. 'How embarrassing would that be, ' she thought.
It was in vain; the clothes were still wet. Molly looked at them in utter disappointment and then averted her eyes to the locked bathroom door, wondering if it would be appropriate to tell Brian that she needed clothes to change into.
She heard a knock on the bathroom door and recoiled, quickly covering her front with her hands. She looked keenly across the glass door. "I haven't finished yet!" she cried in a voice full of embarrassment and wariness.
"Oh?" The corner of Brian's mouth lifted into a faint, cunning smile at the response,"It has been more than half an hour. You haven't finished yet?" he asked in a rather prurient tone.
"Of course not, it was a really long journey. I have to wash well," Molly blushed and angrily clutched her wet underwear with dissatisfaction.
Brian's smile widened. "Open the door!" he demanded abruptly.
"Why?" her eyes filled with wariness, afraid that he might see her through the window. She had forgotten that she had already lost her privacy in front of him.
"Open it!" he demanded again, in a harsher voice.
"No!" she was determined to refuse him,"I told you I haven't finished yet!"
She was embarrassed about the situation she was in. She thought, 'What if he sees me like this...' and she turned towards the mirror. She blushed the second she saw herself in the mirror. "I, I will be right out," she stammered.
Not wanting to stand there naked anymore, she hurriedly put on the wet clothes. Then she pulled a bathrobe from the shelf and wrapped it around her body. Timidly, she opened the door.
As she stepped out, his eyes fell on her wet body. He knew in a glimpse that she was wearing her wet clothes underneath. "Why are you wearing those wet clothes?" he asked.
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