Can't stop loving you

Chapter 34 Seeing Something Not Supposed to See

The light of the table lamp shone on the glass of the bathroom. She saw a man washing himself under

the lotus head. The transparent glass was covered with layers of mist. Even so, she could still vaguely

see the splashing of water when he shook his head, and a tall and straight figure

Viola could not help but swallow hard.

Realizing that she was swallowing because of a looming figure, she covered her face silently and

disdained herself extremely.

After Maynard finished his shower, she saw that he was wrapped in a towel around his wheat colored

chest and the part below his waist, while his strong right hand wiped the water drops from his hair with

the towel.

Although he was wiping, there were still one or two naughty water drops sliding down along the hair tip

to her chest. She stared at the water drop uncontrollably, and suddenly wanted to wipe it off, and then

she touched it

She was shocked by her lustful look. To hide such an inexplicable thought, she shook her head.

"You've finished taking a bath. It's my turn."

"The lamp is over there." Maynard wiped his dripping hair with a clean towel and walked around her to

the bed.

She suddenly remembered that she saw Maynard's body because of the lamp, would he have the

same feelings when she washed it

She was a little square now.

"What are you doing there?" After Maynard wiped his head with a towel, he raised his eyebrows and

asked, "Are you afraid of taking a bath?"Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Like a cat which was trodden on the tail, Viola was not to be outdone. She insisted, "Never mind! ."

"You don't have any clothes to change." Without raising his head, Maynard told the truth plainly.

All of a sudden, she couldn't move an inch as if her vital acupoints were attacked.

She almost forgot that it was his office. How could he get her clothes?

However, when she looked at him, she felt relieved. "You must have used a clean towel. Please lend it

to me."

"It's mine. I don't want to borrow it from you." Maynard threw a glance at her and refused bluntly.

She felt a mouthful of blood stuck in her throat, and she didn't know how to respond. Feeling very

aggrieved, she said, "Mr. Chu, we're so familiar with each other. Please don't regard me as an

outsider."

"What's our relationship?" Maynard looked at her with great interest.

She tried to recall and wasn't sure. "We don't know much about other people, but we all know our

relationship."

She cast a "you know it" glance at him.

"……" Maynard was speechless.

She hurried to open the wardrobe and picked up several bath towels on the upper layer, which had not

been unwrapped. And then she covered the transparent glass door of the bathroom with several bath

towels. She did not feel at ease until she was sure that it would not be seen from outside.

"Viola!"

As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, she was hit by Maynard against the wall.

She was uneasy and asked, "Mr. Chu, what's wrong?"

"Did you see me taking a bath?" Maynard lifted her chin and coaxed her softly.

The glass of the bathroom was made of ordinary materials, and he had always used it personally, so he

had never worried that anyone would see it. But this time

Viola felt like weeping but had no tears. Then, she said: "Well, I didn't mean to do that. I am also

afraid."

"Really?" Maynard's finger pulps were stroking his skin slowly. The soft touch made him squint, Viola

instinctively sensed that something was wrong. She stepped on his foot, and when the other party was

pain and relaxed, she ran into the bathroom and locked herself inside.

With a bath towel wrapped around her body and a robe wrapped around her, Viola walked out of the

bathroom after making the risk to the minimum. When she saw Maynard lying on his side, the corners

of her mouth twitched.

She put the lamp back on the table and looked down at him. "Mr. Jay, there is one thing that I've kept in

my heart for a long time," she said

"Keep holding it." However, Maynard was not interested in it at all.

A shock came over on Viola's face. How could he not play following the routine?

In order to conceal her embarrassment, she had pretended to cough with her hand covering her mouth.

In a weak voice, she had said, "Mr. Chu, I have caught a cold. And the floor is so cold. What do you

think?"

She blinked her eyes, as if she was making up her mind to have sex with him.

"If you want to introduce yourself to my pillow, come on." Maynard looked at her while patting the empty

seat on the bed.

With a stiff face, Viola shook her head desperately and explained in horror, "No, no, No. what I mean is

that in such a hot weather now, the floor is the coldest. Mr. Chu, you can have a try to sleep for one

night Ahem, I caught a cold. I sleep in bed."

She started coughing violently again, as if she was coughing her lungs out.

Maynard sat straight, looked at her up and down, and said slowly, "Since you've caught a cold, I'll hold

you in my arms to sleep and warm you up."

She felt malice from all sides coming at her at this moment.

She chuckled and waved her hand, "No, thanks."

In any case, Maynard didn't know how to cherish a woman's beauty. Helplessly, she had to spread the

floor on the floor bitterly.

After she crawled into the bed, she couldn't help but glare at the man. "Mr. Chu, I've never seen you act

so indifferent and ungraceful. I'll write about you on some magazines one day."

"Do you want the magazine to go bankrupt first? Or do you want to be the first to cry together?"

Maynard moved his sight from the book to her.

A chill came over her. She corrected herself in a hurry, "Mr. Chu, you're just a person with principles

and personality. That's cool."

How she wished she could slap herself to death! She almost got herself into trouble.

Maynard snorted.

When she saw that he did not continue to threaten her, she felt relieved.

She tucked herself in and closed her eyes to sleep.

However, as time passed, she fell asleep on the hard and sturdy floor. She tossed and turned for a

while, unable to fall asleep.

She tried to sleep for several times with her eyes closed, and the result was the same.

At the end of her wits, she sat up all of a sudden and turned her head to look at Maynard, who seemed

to be sleeping. She said tentatively, "Mr. Chu, are you asleep?"

He didn't respond.

With great concern, Viola came over to his bed. "Mr. Chu, are you asleep?" she asked

Still nothing happened.

But Viola didn't give up. She put her hand on his face and said, "Mr. Chu, you're asleep. No, you're

not."

All of a sudden, Maynard opened his eyes and sat up, supporting one of his hands on the bed. In the

dim light of the table lamp, his face looked horribly black.

"Viola, stop quarreling and throw you down from the second floor!" A pair of cold eyes swept over him,

and he pulled a long face.

She could feel the dangerous aura filling her face, so she shrank her shoulders and said, "Mr. Chu,

calm down. Impulsion is a devil. You can't let it take control of your mind and behavior, though you think

you're no longer young."

"That's what you think." In an instant, fury overcame him, but he laughed instead.

Viola pointed at her finger and smiled sheepishly. "Mr. Chu, what you think is right. I'm willing to take

the blame."

"Reporter, it seems that you really want to taste how it feels to fall down from the second floor."

Maynard fumbled. He looked like a sleepy man

Viola shook her head like a machine, "No. I will go back to sleep right away."

However, she didn't expect that her hands were pulled at the same time. She didn't prepare for that as

she was pressed under the suit of Maynard all of a sudden.

The bath towel on her body slipped down to the ground and she felt cold,