Chapter 705:
“You won’t believe anything I say, so if you really need to know, you can examine me yourself.”
“Examine you? You’re just trying to trick me again!” I shouted, pushing against his chest.
“I’m a normal man, and a strong one at that. You have no idea how many days I’ve been holding back,” he said, his voice low and intense.
Before I could respond, he moved closer, and his words hit me with a force that left me speechless.
My body reacted strongly to his presence, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe from the intensity of it all.
After some time, I found myself lying in bed, completely exhausted. I spread out my hands and feet, feeling as though every part of me was no longer mine. The bright light shone down on the messy sheets, and I glanced at Herbert, who was peacefully sleeping beside me.
I scratched my hair, feeling deeply frustrated. I wasn’t the same person I used to be. Why had I been so enthusiastic?
I couldn’t help but replay the scene in my mind. I had taken the initiative to kiss him… something I had never done before. My cheeks flushed with heat at the thought of it.
I was exhausted, so I quickly fell asleep. But in my sleep, I felt something crawling on my body, like a caterpillar. I tried to brush it off several times, but I couldn’t. I could only close my eyes and try to continue sleeping.
In my dream, I saw Herbert walking toward me, his eyes full of deep affection. His smile was soft and gentle…
Bella’s POV:
The next morning, I was woken by the sound of birds chirping.
Herbert was no longer in the room.
The bed was a mess, and the pillow still carried his scent.
I glanced at the clock on the wall and gasped—it was already nine o’clock! Good heavens, I was going to be late for work. In a panic, I sat up quickly.
Looking down at my naked body beneath the quilt, I grabbed the bath towel Herbert had thrown on the floor the previous night and wrapped it around myself. I hurried into the bathroom. However, after searching for a while, I couldn’t find the clothes I had taken off after my shower the night before.
“Where are my clothes? Why are they gone? What am I going to wear to work?”
Just as I was starting to panic, I noticed a bag on the sink. A note was attached to it.
Confused, I picked up the note and read the two lines written in handwriting that carried a certain arrogance. I recognized it instantly—it was Herbert’s handwriting.
“I let Miranda wash your clothes. You can wear the ones in this bag for the day.”
I put the note down and pulled out a khaki silk dress from the bag. It was new, of excellent quality, and elegant. There was also a set of leopard-print underwear, quite sexy.
Oh my god, this pattern was identical to the one I had given him before. Was he suggesting I wear the same underwear as him?
Such an intimate gesture made me feel strangely pleased.
