NovelEnglish"Audrey, do you have any idea about what you are doing now?"
Audrey half-opened her eyes in dissatisfaction, "Don't be so nagging!"
Then Audrey raised her head to kiss him.
One second after kissing, Bryson found that Audrey had lain down motionless. He raised his head only
to see this passionate girl had closed her eyes and fallen asleep.
It was beyond Bryson's expectation.
He felt like being poured a basin of cold water and all the passion vanished in a minute.
How could she still feel sleepy?
He had nothing to do with this sleeping girl.
At this time, someone knocked on the door.
Bryson half opened the door. Harold passed a set of pajamas to Bryson with one hand and said, "Well,
Bryson, this is my pajamas!"
Bryson smilingly took them, "Thank you!"
"That's all right!"
Harold quickly closed the door and left.
Bryson wanted to explain to Harold who left too soon, so Bryson could see the door close and say
nothing.
Bryson changed into the pajamas Harold gave him. He glanced at Audrey before leaving for the next
guest room.
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The next morning when Audrey walked into the bathroom for washing after waking up, she suddenly
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtnoticed a few red marks on her neck.
Looking at the red marks, Audrey couldn't help but widened her eyes surprisingly.
She felt confused, "No way! What happened? Was I bitten by mosquitos last night? But no mosquito
had been here!"
She felt desperate to have her neck covered.
After washing up, she saw someone falling into her room from outside when opening the door.
It was Harold who was prying.
Audrey was stunned to see Harold falling by her feet.
"Quentin, why are you here in the early morning?"
Harold slowly got up while touching his nose that bumped on the floor.
"Nothing. I was just passing by."
But he stood up to look over the room.
"What are you looking at?" Audrey pinched his ear.
Seeing no other people in the room, Harold muttered, "No way!"
"What?"
"Didn't Bryson sleep with you last night? Why isn't he here?"
Audrey felt angry.
She kicked Harold on his calf.
"What are you talking about? How could he be in my room?"
"Impossible. I heard the sound of showering last night and even gave him a set of my pajamas. Oh! I've
said that I'm open-minded. Told me the truth, does he hide?" Suddenly Harold saw the red marks
covered under Audrey's scarf.
Audrey felt speechless.
"Since you insist that he was here last night, I promise you that I can sleep him now if you can find him
in my room," Audrey blurted out angrily.
Just as Audrey finished speaking, the door of the guest room behind Harold was suddenly opened from
the inside.
Both Audrey and Harold simultaneously looked towards the guest room.
Bryson, in Harold's pajamas, walked out of the room.
Since he just woke up, Bryson's hair was still a little messy which made him more charming with some
languor.
Audrey was deeply attracted by so charming Bryson.
She thought that Bryson couldn't be more handsome.
Then quickly Audrey came to her sense and recalled what she had said.
Bryson must have heard her words when he opened the door. This thought embarrassed Audrey much
that at this moment she wanted a hole to hide in more than anything.
"Well, Bryson, when did you come by?"
"Last night."
"What?" Audrey was shocked.
"Did he really come by last night?" Audrey thought, feeling surprised.
Just as Audrey had nothing to answer, someone rang the doorbell.
Audrey kicked Harold's calf again, "Go to open the door."
Harold cried.
It was Everett, the butler of the Cordova Mansion Everett.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe was here to deliver Bryson's clothes and quickly left.
Audrey took the clothes and stuffed them into Bryson's arms.
"Go to change your clothes. You have to go to the company soon."
Bryson looked at the clothes in his arms and said meaningfully, "It seems inconvenient to be clothed!"
Audrey felt confused, "Inconvenient? Why?"
As soon as she finished asking, Audrey remembered what she had said of sleeping with Bryson, and
then her face instantly turned red.
Audrey pushed Bryson into the guest room, "Change your clothes now!"
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After breakfast, Bryson drove Audrey to the law firm.
On the way, Audrey touched her neck and felt a little depressed.
She kept wondering, "Did I really have sex with Bryson last night? But I have no feeling this morning.
It's implausible! But why would these red marks appear on my neck?"
Bryson turned around and glanced at her.
"What's wrong?"
Audrey looked at Bryson and asked, "Bryson, did we really do that last night?"
Audrey dared not to ask more.
She was too shy to say more.
"What?"
This time, Audrey couldn't help but ask frankly, "Did we have sex last night?"
Bryson looked at her with a meaningful look.
"Don't you remember?"
Audrey was howling in her mind upon hearing that.
She was screwed! Bryson's reply suggested that they had sex last night.
However, she couldn't remember anything of it.
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