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 at me?
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 ears 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?”
If 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 ago.
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 her to the bathroom. He 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?”
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