The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 809

Chapter 809

“No! Don’t come in!” Maisie shouted nervously.

The smile on Nolan’s face deepened.

After a short while, the door was opened. Maisie had changed into the outfit as she came out of the dressing room embarrassingly.

“I’m sure you did it on purpose. Look at this costume…”

The dress was short, and the lacy hem was fluffy. The W-shaped collar was deep, allowing her fair skin to be exposed to the air. The waistline of the dress was designed so as to accentuate her tiny waist, and coupled up with the pairs of black stockings that wrapped

around her legs like a glove, she looked extremely charming and sexy.

Initially, Nolan just wanted to see her in a maid’s outfit. He did not expect that she would look so good in it.

On top of that, the embarrassed and nervous expression on her face made her look like a lamb to be slaughtered. His Adam’s apple rolled up and down in his throat, and his gaze was filled with desire.

Maisie could see what he was thinking through his gaze. Just when she was about to run back to the dressing room, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pinned her to the wall.

He kept her head in place and landed passionate kisses on her one after another.

Slowly, she melted in his arms. Her soul was burning in his blazing desire, and she was bobbing up and down like a person clutching tightly to a floating log in the sea.

Once again, the Glitz Club lit up the night sky. The room upstairs was dark, and a ray of neon light shone on the bed through the window

When Barbara cracked her eyes open, she felt so much pain in her head as if someone was hammering her head with a sledgehammer. She slowly got herself up and switched on the lamp on the desk, filling the room with a warm yellow light.

Massaging her forehead, she exited the room. When she was in the corridor, she heard a woman screaming painfully in a low voice from a room.

Barbara froze and slowly walked toward the room where the voice came from. It was a utility room at the back of the corridor. The voice became even clearer when she was standing at the door. It sounded familiar to her.

‘Isn’t this… Katrina?’

Just when she put her hand on the handle and was about to push the door open to look at it, a voice came behind her.

“Ms. Chase.”