She glared at the chill man resentfully. “Are you even human?”
Stretching his long arms, the man pulled her into his embrace and held her tightly, his chin rubbing her hair repeatedly. “This isn’t how you looked just now.”
Xyla’s blush seared through her cheeks, all the way to her neck. Her heart leaped up as if it was electrocuted.
“Good girl… I’ll be more careful next time.”
‘Be more careful next time?’
Was he trying to fool a three year old kid?
He said that every single time. But guess what? He was only getting more aggressive.
“If a man’s word can be trusted, I guess the pigs can live on the tree too.”
A chuckle escaped the man’s lips. “Shall we take a bath?”
“Okay… Carry me. I can’t move at all.” Xyla wrapped her arms around his neck and pouted.
Stanley placed one arm around her back and scooped the other arm around the bend in her knees, lifting her effortlessly. Then, he made his way to the bathroom. He filled the bathtub with warm water before the two of them went in. Mist surrounded them, making the man’s emotionless face look exceptionally cool and delicate.
Suddenly, Stanley hugged her from behind. “Stay away from Josh…”
Xyla’s eyes widened. “What..?”
“In short, don’t talk to him except for work…”
“Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?”
“My wife is too pretty. I’m afraid that other men will try to snatch you from me…”
“We’ve never really talked about other stuff other than work,” reassured Xyla.
Meanwhile, Sebastian Brenand was sitting alone on the bed at a luxury villa. He was holding Rachel Wood’s favorite perfume, Chanel Coco Mademoiselle, in a daze. He looked indescribably dejected.
The two of them had been separated for days.
How was she doing now? Where on earth was she? Did she ever miss him?
Would she be as vulnerable as he was late in the night?
His mind was running wild, and his heart was flooded with mixed feelings.
Opening the lid of the perfume, he sprayed it into the air. Soon, the familiar fragrance spread in the air. He slowly closed his eyes as he put the perfume aside, quietly enjoying Rachel’s smell. He subconsciously turned sideways and reached out to the spot beside him. However, the blanket was simply empty and cold.
She was the one waiting for him back in those days. He did not come here every day as he had to deal with a lot of other women. Though she did not know whether the man would come back to her, she would always wait for him in the house, leaving a light on for him.
Whenever he came, there would always be a light shining for him, and she would always be there waiting for his return. No doubt, she did her part as a lover very well. When he came, she welcomed him. When he left, she never complained. There were times when he promised her to come back but he went back on his words. Nevertheless, she had never called him to ask for an explanation.
She was as quiet as a kitten. All she did was stay in this room obediently, waiting for her master.
Nonetheless, everything had changed in just a few days. He went from the one she was waiting for, to the one who was waiting for her.