NovelEnglishSadie turned around, her smile blooming instantly. "Would you mind taking care of Murray for me? I'm beat. I'm
heading to bed." With that, she gracefully exited the kitchen.
Sadie was puzzled. "What's going on?"
Wasn't there usually a fight over who got to bring the hangover remedy?
Why the sudden change of heart?
Sadie poured half of the hangover soup into a bowl, placed it on a tray, and carried it to the master bedroom.
Murray hadn't drunk much today, but he skipped dinner, causing his stomach to start aching faintly.
Just as Sadie arrived with the hot soup, he didn't refuse and gulped it down in one go.
Sadie left the room with the empty bowl and tray, carefully closing the door behind her. Murray lay in bed, eyes
closed, waiting for the discomfort in his stomach to subside.
After stime, his stomach felt better, but his body started to heat up.
He was about to get up and lower the air conditioning when suddenly, the door to the master bedroom was
pushed open.
Millie, barefoot, approached the bed and looked at the man who had apparently passed out drunk, a smile
playing at her lips.
He must be feeling hot; his top buttons were undone, and a soft blush colored his cheeks.
His strong, well-defined arms hung over the side of the bed, made even more prominent by the dark shirt he
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night together.
Murray was just as drunk then, mumbling another woman's name, Roseanne.
Her gaze lingered on his slightly unbuttoned shirt and the visible contours of his neck, stirring something within
her. She leaned closer, her fingers lightly tracing his chest, hinting at a downward movement. Suddenly, Murray
shifted, turning away from her.
Millie, startled, immediately stood straight, her back breaking out in a cold sweat.
She glanced down at her pajamas, remembering how wearing Roseanne's clothes had initially sparked his
interest. With a quick thought, she headed to the O wardrobe.
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This time, she chose a lace nightgown, conservative at the front but with a large open back, making it easy for
his hands to explore.
She couldn't help but curse Roseanne silently, "Slut!"
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No, not just six years. She intended to becthe rightful Mrs. Sherwood and entangle with him for a lifetime.
Excited by the thought, Millie approached him from behind, embracing him, starting her seduction...
However, the next moment, Murray, who was supposed to be passed out, suddenly opened his eyes and fiercely
pulled away the hands that were climbing on him.
With a shocked cry from Millie, she found herself thrown off the bed.
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Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, returning to Millie.
More precisely, to the nightgown she was wearing.
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Millie sat on the floor, stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening.
"Speak!" he demanded, advancing and gripping her cheek with increasing force.
"It hurts-" Tears welled in Millie's eyes, spilling down her cheeks.
Murray was unmoved, his grip tightening, quickly leaving red marks on her soft skin.
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