Mr. Right, Spoil Me
Chapter 82 That wasn’t a dream
After dinner, Sarah was looking for her pajamas. Andrew was about to finish his shower and she was next.
“Strange, where are my pajamas, I clearly put them…
She clicked and clacked the combination on the luggage and buried her head in searching for her pajamas.
She was too engrossed and didn’t notice the man behind her. The water was dripping from his strong and sturdy body. The clean fragrance of a body filled the room.
The water beaded on his abdominal muscles, chest, and cheeks.
Andrew was drying his hair with a towel which was in a mess. He looked like a character straight out of a comic book.
The disorderly look suited his wild side.
His eyes were deep and empty, like a lighthouse scanning.
The scent finally got to Sarah and she sniffed and turned around.
One second, two seconds…
Time seemed to stand still.
“Ah! Andrew you…you…”
Sarah was shocked to see and her fingers opened up and covered her face in surprise.
He actually… wore a pair of boxer shorts!
It was so revealing, what if… doesn’t he have to consider her?
Clearly, there was a bathrobe, why doesn’t he wear the robe?
She covered her face with her hands but the fingers were spread and stared at his boxers for several seconds. She was paralyzed.
“Do you like them?”
The voice asked affectionately. She continued to stare and suddenly she realized that she covered her face but not her eyes!
“I… I have to shower.”
She gave up looking for her pajamas and went into the bathroom directly to avoid the awkwardness.
She only had a pair of panties in her hands and Andrew pulled her back, “Do you intend to just come out wearing only a pair of panties like me?”
to see it but he had
asked coldly, “What’s there to be shy
Sarah, “…”
was this man so direct and
grabbed both her hands and true enough there was only a pair of panties. He frowned, “Look
she was looking for them
just looking for my pajamas, I can’t find them.”
her, took a shirt from the drawers, and
A white shirt.
the blanket. She hoped that the shirt was longer by two meters.
eyes but she couldn’t calm herself
character in the dream was right beside her. What
the other room, that
is another person’s room?”
that’s not what I meant… my period
to
that she was a fool for talking to him about this. She
of the night, the familiar dream happened again.
A soft and delicate
low, deep, and
in a daze. The familiar and yet undetermined image, how can this be a dream? He is clearly present!
previous few days I wasn’t dreaming, was I?”
were all because of
menstruating and you said that your period was
“Period?”
night, she was being taken by him and she didn’t even know, how deep
…
on the sofa and looked
was that you last
in the morning, all her senses tell her that it wasn’t a dream. It
now, she can still feel… both her legs were
said next
It actually happened!
calmly. He was refreshed and in good
have to leave after breakfast, don’t waste any more
answer me, was it you
was truly frightening. She already said that she doesn’t want it and he agreed superficially not to touch her
about it,