Telling Lies, loving you novel Chapter 162

"How, how could we..."

Michelle was so frightened that she could not speak. She began to hum and haw, but failed to make it clear.

Scott knew what she meant, but he just couldn't help teasing her. "What's wrong with us?"

"How did we sleep together? Did you do anything to me? " With her eyes wide open, Michelle looked at him for an answer.

Scott was amused by her innocent look and said, "My silly wife, how could you be so forgetful?"

Michelle was still in a daze. She stared at him in amazement and her expressions made him want to kiss her.

Looking at her silent for a long time, Scott waited patiently.

"Well, Emily, I have to call her!" All of a sudden, Michelle came up with an idea. In a hurry, she lifted the quilt and was about to leave. However, someone grabbed her wrist.

She turned back, looked at the owner of the hand, and did not speak.

However, Scott suddenly pulled her and held her in his arms. As Michelle was afraid that she might fall, she lost her balance and subconsciously grabbed something. However, when she came to her senses, she found her hands between his crotch

What was going on?

The air seemed to have stopped at that moment, and she could even hear clearly his short breath.

"Well I Not... "

Michelle hesitated for a while in her heart, but she finally gave up the idea of continuing her words. She quickly moved her hand from his position and lowered her head, unwilling to look into his eyes.

Although she was looking down, she still felt that the way Scott looked at her was like looking at a prey and might swallow her at any time.

He had a devilish face and sharp eyes, making it difficult for her to lie.

"Do you want to say that you didn't do it on purpose?" Scott helped her to supplement.

"Yes." Michelle nodded as usual.

Scott reached out his long arm and pulled her into his arms. The temperature in the room was moderate. Michelle didn't struggle and quietly leaned in his arms.

The light and shadow on the screen shined on them. Michelle felt extremely calm, as if she had found her home.

The shadow of light was shining, her gaze became hazy. She looked up, only to find his Adam's apple, which moved slightly.

"Do you know you were playing with fire just now?" Scott came close to her ear and blew warm air into her most vulnerable position, which made her itch.

Michelle tried to push him away but he was on top of her. She put her hands against his chest and closed her eyes. After all, she really didn't feel good for this sudden feeling.

"Scott, you are heavy..."

She couldn't help shouting at him. She thought he would leave in this way. However, instead of leaving, Scott went even worse, and almost weighed on her.

If he hadn't made a promise to her, Michelle would be really afraid of him now. But now, she also had a fear.

His breath became heavy. He looked down at her, with intense sparks in his eyes. He stared at her without a blink. He said in a low and hoarse voice, "Michelle, you have successfully won my reason."

Not knowing what he was talking about, Michelle pushed his chest with her hands and deliberately turned her face to him, "it's time to go to work."

She had never seen such a jerk like him.

"I don't care. Since you have touched me, you must be responsible for me." Scott was as persistent as a child.

"What did I touch? Nothing. Aha. " Michelle pretended to be innocent and smiled.

Then she felt his hand was holding hers tightly and seeking for something. When her palm seemed to touch something, there was a "buzz" in her brain.

She was touching that place again, and this feeling was more real than the last time. She even felt that he had moved a little when she put her hand on his position.

She suddenly drew back her hand and pushed Scott away. She stood up from the bed as if she was burning. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Scott didn't stop her and lied on her bed. He couldn't help laughing when he saw her running into the bathroom like fleeing.

What should he do? It seemed that she didn't like his brother.

Dashing into the washroom, Michelle was engulfed by the merry laugh of the man standing outside the room.

"What a shameless man! How could he do that?"

She turned on the tap and squeezed a few drops of hand washing liquid to rub in her hand. Thinking of what had happened just now, she blushed again. She stood in front of the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed and her lips were slightly swollen. She looked much better than before.

She patted her cheek and forced herself out of the illusion. She had to think about how to face him after going out later.

After she opened the door and went out, she found that the bedroom was empty. She looked around, but did not see Scott.

She breathed a sigh of relief.