Rosie swallowed hard, was he giving her a man-eating glare?
The dawn was gradually breaking, spring breeze brushed the windows, the girl's shoulder strap was loose, her long hair messy, inexplicably kneeling on the bed, looking at Charles Anderson mournfully.
The aura he lay projecting was a full two meters long, it was truly astonishing.
Obviously, it was his rudeness first, yet the atmosphere made her feel like she was in the wrong.
The man spread his large palm, what did he mean?
The girl's eyes twirled, she looked at the man's stern face and then at his open palm, tilting her head in confusion, was he asking for a puppy to extend its paw?
Rosie, frightened by a sharp glance, quickly placed her hand on his, estimating that Charles must be asking: who did that hand slap?
"I know I'm wrong, husband, please don't break my hand..." the girl pouted, speaking tearfully as beads of tears fell, "It's a reflex, I didn't mean it~~~ Waaaa~~~ ahhhh~~~"
Charles touched his back molar, gripped the girl's soft hand tightly, his chest burning like a furnace, suppressing his anger, he spoke warmly: "Your hand is injured, why are you moving it recklessly?"
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He seemed off, Rosie felt he was off.
The girl's fox eyes were full of clarity, half-squinting, she scrutinized Charles' facial expression, there were only the two of them in the room, yet he was pretending?
It was bewildering, truly bewildering.
Rosie wanted to pull her hand away but couldn't, instead was pulled fiercely into a chest full of male hormones.
Her cherry lips bumped into the man's chest, leaving her shell-like teeth marks there.
Charles' dark eyes swept across the girl's face, her cheeks flushed red as ripe fruit in an instant, her gaze panicked, arms and legs flailing, wanting to escape but her wrists were caught, anxiously kneeling on the bed.
At this moment she looked like she really was about to cry.
"Rosie's mouth is lively, but when it comes to real confrontation, she's as timid as a kitten." The man glanced at the bite mark on his chest, not deep nor shallow, reddening, along with the soft contact earlier, was truly hard to forget.
"Unexpectedly, Mr. Anderson is already like this, yet shows no integrity." Rosie said without thinking when she was cornered, she never liked pointing out others' shortcomings, thus regretted it the moment it slipped out.
Charles couldn't laugh, he released the girl's hand, tightly shut his dark eyes: "Get out."
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The sun rose high, hanging on the tree tips, white clouds floated occasionally shading the sun, leaving a moving shadow on the ground.
Jack Hugh was efficient, rushing from outside early morning, holding a document, his injuries were nearly healed, except for slight walking difficulties, everything else in life was unaffected.
"Second Young Master, PC. Hotel has been acquired, here's the contract, for your review." Jack Hugh hurriedly came, one because the hotel was acquired, the second curious about how the first night spent by Second Young Master and Miss Scott went.
Charles sat in the wheelchair, his expression cold and worried, looked worse than yesterday, didn't even open his eyes, just slightly parted his thin lips: "Acquired then acquired, I won't look."
"Um, and about the investigation of Miss Scott's background, do you... still want to view it?" Jack Hugh looked at him, suspecting that last night wasn't peaceful at all, fearing more troubles might arise.
He regretted, should have asked Mr. Gold first before coming to Second Young Master.
The man lifted his eyelids, glanced at the data Jack Hugh handed over with a cold flicker: "Burn it."
"Huh?"
"Tear it to pieces and burn it clean."
"Under... understood." Jack Hugh struggled to open his eyes, the dark circles beneath them striking, he tearfully retrieved the data, how could he burn something he worked on all night.
Returning to the front chamber, he saw Mr. Gold with a troubled face.
"Mr. Gold, what happened last night?"
"Oh, Hugh, think of a solution, this morning one locked themselves in the room not eating, the other sitting in the courtyard not wanting disturbance, it's almost ten and neither had breakfast."
Jack Hugh shrugged, guessed right indeed, something surely happened last night, or why would Second Young Master ask for Miss Scott's data yesterday, today completed but to burn?
"Mr. Gold, here you take this, I'll go see what's up with Miss Scott." Jack Hugh arched his brow, headed upstairs, knowing it was the first time Second Young Master ordered someone's information searched.
Within a short day, the attitude drastically changed.
Unusual occurrences always hide strange reasons.
Jack Hugh went upstairs but didn't find anyone, he looked around, Mr. Gold said they were on the upper floor.
He pushed open the large glass door of the balcony, suddenly a bright figure rushed up and grabbed his arm.
"...." Jack Hugh stood stunned.
"Why did you come only now?" Rosie Scott's expression was somewhat coy at the moment, as if the person coming was her lover, the voice could melt someone.
Jack Hugh opened and closed his mouth, about to explain, who knew Rosie would press her finger to his lips, softly saying: "Shh~ don't speak, my lord is still at home, if he sees our affair, we'll be drowned in a pig cage."
"You haven't come for a week, do you know how much I miss you?"
"....." Jack Hugh's face turned ashen, his neck stiff, seeing the phone two meters away recording, if Second Young Master saw it, forget drowning, his head would be twisted off for him to sit on.
"Does Master still fancy me?" Rosie moved from his left to his right, like a water snake, her gaze sticky on him.
Jack Hugh felt cold sweat all over, strongly sensed being watched from behind, each time opening his mouth, was interrupted by Miss Scott, wanting to pull his hand away but tightly held.
Rosie acted for a good while, almost finishing the segment, yet from behind an abrupt male voice sounded like a low bell, resonating in the room: "What are you doing!"
Jack Hugh trembled, teeth chattering, stiff neck turned back facing Second Young Master, his face black as a pot bottom.
"Se... Second Young Master."
"Ah!!!!!!" Why make a sound!
Rosie screamed, the task Jane assigned was at the delivery stage, she dawdled long before mimicking the climax of the first movie, everything was going smoothly, but at the critical moment...
The warm sun dispersed the dense fog on the mountain, revealing the castle completely.
Sunlight penetrated the window, illuminating Jack Hugh's cramped feet, his palms sweaty, throat dry, head lowered.
Charles' dark eyes eerily gazed at him, in the warmth of March, Jack Hugh shivered.
"Second Young Master, it's not what you think."
"What do I think?" The man's voice was very calm, yet in Jack Hugh's ears wasn't ordinary, almost making him kneel weakly.