Take her to clean up
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He descended the stairs, approaching the cozy villa like the King of Hell drawing near.
The servant received a last-minute message about the young master's arrival and rushed out of the servants' quarters in a state of shock. By the time they reached the living room, a figure was already standing there.
...
The door to the room opened gently, revealing a king-size bed, 2 meters wide, adorned with silk sheets. Velvet curtains hung down from the headboard, and the ceiling featured divine artwork with exposed, intertwining angels, simultaneously pure and lascivious.
Audrey lay on the large bed with her eyes closed, sleeping soundly.
Fortunately, she had taken precautions, fearing that Winston might engage in a surprise attack. As a result, she had not bathed and had gone to sleep directly.
His black, wild shirt had its buttons unfastened one by one.
As he pulled open the collar, revealing a strong chest, an irresistibly captivating aura naturally emanated from his body.
Just as he was about to lean in, an extremely pungent scent of cucumbers assaulted him!
His cold brows furrowed as he detected the scent emanating from Audrey's body—
Audrey's brows furrowed tightly as she suddenly felt her body being pressed down by a heavy weight.
So heavy, so crushing...
It almost left her breathless!
Her pitch-black eyes slowly opened, and what met her gaze was an extremely handsome face. Deep blue pupils seemed to carry a hint of anger.
"What's that smell?"
He held her jaw firmly, a look of barely suppressed annoyance on his face.
Audrey suddenly exhaled forcefully, directing her breath right at his face. It was the strong smell of garlic!
Winston finally couldn't bear it any longer, almost immediately getting up from the bed, as the pungent odor disgusted him. He then glanced at the woman on the bed, raising an eyebrow high, while she sat up on the bed, looking rather pleased with herself.
"Just so you know, playing this surprise attack game at night may not end well."
"..."
"Garlic mixed with pickled cucumber scent, is this a combination you still enjoy?" Audrey adjusted her nightgown, making sure not to reveal too much.
The tall man stood coldly by the bedside, emitting a terrifyingly icy aura. Most people would be overwhelmed by his presence.
But Audrey showed no fear, sitting leisurely on the bed.
She was the first woman to dare to tease him like this. Quite daring.
Suddenly, he moved as swiftly as a leopard. Audrey tried to run, but before she could react, her arm was gripped, and she was thrown out of bed.
The speed was so fast, so forceful...
She didn't even see when he had made his move. Her limp body rolled several times on the large bed, hit the bedside table, and then fell to the ground.
It hurt...
Winston pressed the service bell, and the servants hurriedly rushed in. When they smelled Audrey's odor, they were all at a loss.
"Such a heavy pickled cucumber scent..."
"We gave her a milk bath for the entire afternoon. How could this happen?"
"We did tell her that you especially dislike the smell of pickled cucumber."
So, was this intentional?
Winston raised one eyebrow and stood tall in front of her, his voice cold and commanding. "Take her to wash up immediately."
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