NovelEnglishChapter 878 The Man In The Silver Mask Part Three
Jesper’s nerves were frayed as he had never been chided so sternly before by his employer. “Yes!
Understood!”
Samuel pushed the door open and carried Natalie, who was shrouded in his own coat, off the car.
Jesper approached in an eagerness to help but was stopped by the man. “Head on back and get the
business with Fullmoon sorted out. Just make sure you do a tidy job of it.”
“I’d see to it right away!” Nodded Jesper in acknowledgment before he departed.
Samuel carried Natalie all the way inside the mansion and in habituated fashion, laid her out on the
vast, plush bed. Then using his slender, cohesive fingers, he worked off the buttons on her clothes, one
at a time.
Once liberated from her clothes, her ample curves and silky white skin became wholly exposed,
subjecting her body to his scrutiny without the slightest of inhibitions.
He could feel the feral call of his inner beast, rattling precariously at the cages of his faculties of reason.
It is through bedding her that I could best bring pleasure to her, as well as to myself.
Then again, were he to really to give in to that impulse, what would be the purpose of all the quiet
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtforbearance and careful deliberations he had cultivated before?
In the end, Samuel loosened the fingers on his tightly-wrung fists and donned that nipping metal mask
next to him anew. Following that, he lifted Natalie off the bed and relocated her to the bathtub inside the
washroom.
Without the foggiest idea where she had been taken, Natalie could only feel the chilliness of the walls
of the tub that she found so oddly comforting.
In the next second, she was doused by the numbing water, beating down on her from the cold shower.
Hiss!
The quivering she did was not out from the cold but from release.
Opening her groggy eyes, she curled herself up into a ball while she immersed herself inside the icy
bathwater, taking in the growing relief it was bringing to her burning body.
After soaking for over two hours, Natalie gradually shook off that gnawing sensation that blighted her
and began to revert to her usual sensibilities.
Opening her eyes, she was startled by the fact that she was inside a bathtub full of frigid water.
Natalie clambered up from the tub. There were towels that were dry and clean on the rack, thoughtfully
placed there alongside a change of clothing.
Who was it who helped me? Was it Xander?
Natalie narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, absorbed in her own thoughts, and dried herself off before
she changed up.
She made a point of examining her own body but found no signs of violation on her own person. That
went to show that Xander did not cross the line when attempting to offer her relief, and all that were
used were some simple physiological cooling methods.
Silently, she exhaled.
Although she had fallen out with Samuel, it would be improbable that she might so easily give herself
physically and emotionally to another man.
“This…” As Natalie regarded her own reflection in the mirror, only to discover her own lips spotted with
teeth marks. “What the? Could it be that I bit myself when I was in serious discomfort?”
Or could it be from someone else?
Natalie massaged her own forehead as she tried to recollect that sequence when she lost control of
herself, but try as she may, she was only able to conjure up bits and pieces here and there.
In those fragmented memories that featured that man, there was only his blurred profile. Conversely, it
was her own wantonness that she had retained a stronger impression of.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmForget it. If I can’t remember anything, then so be it. Natalie straightened out her own attire and
stepped outside the washroom, only to see the man standing by the bedroom window.
Samuel’s back was toward her, but even his rear profile could be so alluring to the senses, all on its
own.
“Mr. York…” said Natalie apprehensively.
“Sobered up already?” When Samuel turned around, his face was still concealed behind the mask that
radiated a gleaming frostiness.
Nodding her head, Natalie continued, “I was fortunate enough to get out of danger in Chanaea because
I ran into you that time, and haven’t the chance to properly thank you back then. This time, you have
rendered aid to me once more in Loang as well. For that, I truly am grateful!”
Samuel regarded her without speaking,
“Are your word of thanks all I get for having saved you twice?” the man asked.
“Of course not.” Natalie approached the man steadily and extended her own delicate hands. “My name
is Natalie Nichols, director of Dream. There is no other way to put it, except that I am in your debt.
Please ask whenever you or the York family are in need of me, and I promise to do my utmost as a
measure of my own gratitude.”
The sight of the lass’ moisten and reddened eyes broke down his mental defenses and brought out the
worst in him.
“What if I were to say that it is you that I want?”
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