Seeing that she was incredibly shy, Taylor didn't force her.
After all, he had already come up with a perfect plan to lure her into his trap.
"Do it yourself later, then. Lie on your stomach, I'll apply it on your waist."
"Didn't you apply it just now?"
"I wasn't done," he replied solemnly.
His sanctimonious attitude concealed the fact that it was a complete lie.
Thus, the gullible Layla listened to him and laid on her stomach, lifting her shirt obediently.
Just then, the sound of footsteps came from outside, and Taylor's eyes narrowed as he quickly yanked the quilt to cover her body.
Turning around, he saw Thompson pushing the door open and entering. "Mr. Herbert, I've bought dinner."
As soon as he spoke, he found the latter giving him a dirty look, making him wonder if it was be
