NovelEnglishChapter 912 Lizetta was wandering around the house, trying to find Cassius, when she bumped into a middle-aged woman who looked like a housekeeper in the living room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe woman smiled warmly at Lizetta as she approached. "You must be Ms. Madden, right? I'm Zora. The young master is taking a bath and askedto prepare a change of clothes for both you and Mr. Dashiell. Why don't you freshen up and change into something dry too?" Zora handed Lizetta two sets of clothes. Lizetta noticed her own clothes were slightly damp, but she wasn't keen on changing in an unfamiliar place. Flashing a polite smile, she replied, "Could you please take the gentleman's clothes to the guest room on the second floor, east side? I think I'll be fine without changing." Zora hesitated, her expression shifting slightly. After a brief pause, she insisted, "Ms. Madden, I really think you should change too." Perplexed by Zora's insistence, Lizetta glanced down at herself, following the woman's gaze. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her silk blouse was crumpled, bearing telltale signs of a recent, heated encounter.
Images of Remington pinning her against the door, kissing her fervently, flashed through her mind. His boldness had grown with her silent consent, his hands roaming over her blouse, leaving it a wrinkled testament to his touch.
"I..." Lizetta started to explain, but realized any attempt would only make things worse. She finally acquiesced, "Alright, I'll go change. Could you take Mr. Dashiell's clothes up, please?" Zora, clearly following instructions, shook her head. "That won't do. There are only two guest rooms here. The young master is using one, and Ms. Yolanda is resting in the master bedroom. I'm afraid Ms. Madden will have to share with Mr. Dashiell." Lizetta was incredulous. A three-story mansion with only two guest rooms? Sharing a room with Remington was out of the question. She quickly suggested, "I'll just use the master bedroom to—" But she stopped herself. The master bedroom belonged to Cassius, after vel all. That seemed even more inappropriate. Caught in her dilemma, Zora handed her Remington's clothes too, hastily explaining, "I need to start on shangover soup and prepare something to eat. Ms. Yolanda has been sick twice, and she'll be hungry when she wakes. I must hurry." With that, Zora disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Lizetta standing there holding the clothes. She sighed and headed upstairs. There was no point in being picky-she'd seen every part of Remington before. It wasn't as if he'd grown a third arm or something since they last met.
Resolving herself, she pushed open the door to the guest room. Inside, the sound of running water from the bathroom indicated that Remington was still showering. She exhaled a small sigh of relief, setting the clothes on the bed, intending to leave the room. But the water stopped abruptly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBefore she could react, the bathroom door opened. Lizetta instinctively turned, her breath catching.
Remington emerged, a towel loosely draped around his waist. He hadn't bothered drying ving droplet Xperly, and droplets of water trailed down his skin-over his throat, across his chest, and along the defined lines of his abs, disappearing into the towel. Lizetta found herself thinking that the towel seemed oddly superfluous. What was she thinking?
Realizing she had been staring, Lizetta felt her ears heat up. Shen quickly turned away, stammering, "I've left your clothes here. You can change first. I'll just step outside..."
She didn't look at him, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw his talh frmoving aloser, bringing with hima wave of warm, humid air and an unmistakable aura of masculinity. Her scalp tingled, and she made to leave. But Remington sidestepped, blocking her path. Lizetta halted abruptly, nearly colliding with him.
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