Chapter 36 So soft. Feeling good.
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"It has to be you, for no reason."
The man's deep eyes were polished. "You are the one, for no reason."
Aurora Foster was confused by his answer that lacked any rhyme or reason. Finally she decided to let it go.
The night was getting dark.
However, light in Aurora Foster’s was still on. This little woman sat by her desk, bent over her homework.
Caldwell Elliott had just finished his work. He was looking through the window to find Aurora was going over her homework.
Astonishment glittered in his eyes.
After all, Aurora hated studying, why did she go so far as to read a book?
Caldwell Elliott was looking at the window and Dustin Moor was aware of it. He came up the stairs and reported to his employer.
"Mr. Elliott, the school would have given Miss. Foster an expulsion from her academic status because of her overall noncompliance. Besides, she always got F’s on her exams. "
"How dare they force my woman out of school?!"
His already serious eyes turned colder instantly.
Dustin Moor could clearly felt the cold air emanating from the man's body. He swallowed his breath and continued his report quickly.
"However, Miss. Foster did something out of everyone’s expectation. She made a bet with the school’s administrative board that if she could get the highest grade among her classmates in the monthly exams a week from now, the school wouldn't expel her."
Hearing Dustin Moor’s report, Caldwell Elliott relaxed a little. He seemed to have a little expectation.
"In that case, it seems we don’t need to lend her a hand now."
Anyway, if Aurora Foster failed in her exams, he could still be her support.
"As your wish."
Aurora Foster was busy with her studying and didn't go to bed until two in the morning
And in the morning, again, because of staying up, she found it was hard for her to get up on time.
Someone had knocked on her door several times. She ignored the knocking. Then, she heard the key turning in the hole of the lock.
But in her sleep as sound as death, Aurora Foster didn’t realized that someone had entered her room.
With his long slender legs, Caldwell Elliott walked slowly on his toes to the edge of Aurora’s bed.
Aurora Foster was always habituated to warp herself all up with her quilt. At this moment, Caldwell Elliott only saw a lump of bedspreads without even a wisp of Aurora’s hair exposed.
This delicately handsome man bent over slightly and poked the bedspreads.
"Get up."
He didn’t realize that how foolish it was to give his servants a week off until now.
Of course, he was capable of taking care of himself but this time he had to take care of Aurora as well.
For example, if the little woman said she was hungry, then, he had to rush to the kitchen and cook for her in no time. After that, he had to check “cleaning the dishes” on his to-do list as well.
For example, if the little woman fell asleep and left the whole world behind, then, he had to get up early in the morning to wake her up!
For another example, since his chauffeur was on leave, if this little woman wanted to go out, he had to drive her to where she wanted to go.
Caldwell Elliott poked her once. Aurora Foster did not give any response, so he poked again.
But this time, it seemed that he poked into something soft...
He realized what it was and his gorgeous face froze in the next second.
It seemed that the little woman didn’t wake up, because she did not give any response. Caldwell Elliott poked several more times out of some evil interest.
If you asked him to give a reason, the only reason would be...
Where he poked into felt so good. This part of her body was bouncy. He engaged all his force of self-control just trying to prevent himself from opening up the quilt and kneading it directly.
After being stabbed for nearly five times in her dreams, Aurora felt embarrassed and could not pretend to sleep anymore. At this moment, all of her sleepiness was driven away, she opened up her quilt and rose up.
"Caldwell Elliott! What are you doing? Do you think I’m a dead girl or something?”
What did he mean by poking her into her breast like this?
A roaring Aurora Foster was admirable. She had just jumped out of her bed, having no time to comb her hair. Her messy hair gave her a kind of casual and s****l beauty.
Caldwell Elliott seemed like he was in a good mood. Looking at the roaring Aurora Foster, instead of getting angry, he sat by the bed calmly.
Caldwell Elliott held Aurora Foster into his arms suddenly and forced her lips to attach to his.
And one of his unscrupulous hand was moving up to grab her soft breast. He gently kneaded it for several moments.
"Well..."
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