Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love

Chapter 8 To Be Naked

"What else can I do for you?"

With her back to him, Abby asked.

"Did I allow you to go out?"

Richard lazily placed a hand on the edge of the bathtub and said.

"What else do you want?"

Did he want her to stay and watch him taking a bath?

"The duty of a maid is not only to put bath water, but also to give her boss a massage."

"But... Mr. Scot, aren't you using a massage bathtub?"

Abby felt that this man was obviously looking for trouble.

"Machines are dead, but humans are alive. Machines have limited functions while humans, infinite,

unless you acknowledge that you are less competent than machines."

"How about... I give you a massage after? After all, men and women are not close!"

Abby was about to cry. She would never admit that she was less competent than a machine!

"This is an order! You won't forget the contract signed during the day, will you?"

In the end, Richard threw out his trump card, leaving her no room to refuse.

Abby instantly burst into tears, unable to refute.

It seemed that she could not get away tonight!

With the determination to risk everything, Abby closed her eyes and turned around again.

To be honest, although they had physical contact in the morning, at this moment, her fingers were still

trembling.

Especially after she had just accidentally seen Richard naked, it was hard for her to imagine that her

hand would touch his skin and even go further.

Abby groped forward with eyes closed. Perhaps because she was too nervous, she accidentally hit the

wall and stumbled.

Then, she was in an awkward situation...

"Ah-"

Abby screamed. She could not control her body that was falling to the ground. She was so frightened

that she opened her eyes and threw her hands into the air.

"Hey-"

Richard blurted out.

Seeing that her face was about to touch the floor, Abby felt desperate.

At this crucial moment, an unexpected hand suddenly held her waist, and she was turned 180 degree

turn in the air.

With a splash, the water in the bathtub overflowed wildly because of the one person.

"I'm... saved!"

Patting on her chest, Abby looked as if she had been reborn after a disaster.

Richard gazed at the back of her head. His voice was as cold as ice, "Your face is the last bit of capital

you have left in your body. Do you still want to lower your price?" Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Till then, Abby realized that she was sitting on Richard's lap in a very intimate manner.

She was so scared that she wanted to get up from the water. However, as soon as she stood up, she

found that all her clothes were wet and her figure was completely exposed.

Therefore, Abby had no choice but to sit back in the water, not knowing where to look at.

Richard's eyes were filled with disdain when he saw this. "I've already seen you this morning. I'm afraid

they are not even B."

Hearing this, Abby was not happy. She pulled her shoulders back and said, "Who said that? I'm almost

at C, okay?"

After that, she realized that she had been teased by this man again. Her face turned red to the neck,

and she covered her chest with both hands and scolded, "You rogue!"

"Is that the only curse you've ever uttered?"

Richard curled his lips slightly as he shook his head, "You are inarticulate and clumsy. You really don't

have any advantages at all. Perhaps, I should consider terminating the contract..."

"No!"

Hearing this, Abby became anxious. "The contract has been signed, how can you go back on your

word? All right, I can give you a massage. A gentleman's words can never be withdrawn, so there is no

turning back. Otherwise, what about the children in the orphanage?"

"Whether they stay or leave is decided by your performance. And your performance just now was

unsatisfactory." Richard said coldly.

Abby said hurriedly, "Just... just now, it was an accident. I will definitely satisfy you."

She hurriedly stood up from the bathtub and pulled a bath towel to wrap her upper body. She quickly

walked behind Richard.

"There is only one chance to perform well."

Putting his hands on the edge of the bathtub on both sides, Richard leaned back, looking lazy and

indifferent.

How dare Abby slack off? She immediately started to massage the muscles in Richard's shoulders.

Her strength was moderate, and she pressed it regularly. Richard was surprised to feel comfortable

every time.

He looked at the serious-looking Abby in surprise, but he did not say anything and closed his eyes in

enjoyment.

However, during the process of massage, Abby found some problems and said, "Mr. Scott, there must

be something wrong with your shoulder due to long-term sitting. Although there are no lumps, I find that

every time when the acupuncture point is pressed on, your limb nerves will always react. Do you often

feel sore?"

"You can tell?"

Richard raised his eyelids and replied indifferently.

"Well, I used to work for an old doctor of the Traditional Chinese Medicine. Although I'm not very

professional, I know a little about it. You need to have massages with professional techniques regularly

to relieve your sore. Otherwise, it will hurt once every now and then, and it will get more and more

frequent in the future."

"Oh?"

Abby raised his brows with great interest. A long time later, he suddenly smiled and said, "Since that's

the case, then you can often give me massages in the future."

"What?"

Abby panicked when she heard that. "You must be joking, aren't you?"

Did she have to stay with him in this way every day, with no clothes?

No!

"Abby, you're really a pig. Why did you say that?"

"You are getting yourself into trouble!"

Needless to say, Richard knew that Abby must have a look of regret on her face at this moment.

However, there was no room for bargaining.

"This is an order! Otherwise..."

He didn't finish his words, his tone threatening.

Abby knew what he wanted to say was to terminate the contract.

In the end, she could only say tearfully, "I know."

Perhaps it was because she was unfamiliar with the new environment that on the first night she moved

in, Abby did not sleep well.

At seven o'clock the next morning, she went downstairs with dark circles around her eyes.

She had just walked into the hall when she saw Richard, who had just returned from running.

He was wearing a red and white sportswear and running shoes. He looked particularly tall and straight.

The bangs on his forehead were a little wet with sweat, and transparent beads of sweat kept sliding

down his smooth cheeks. His delicate and strong features were as clear as carved. Her eyes were as

bright as black jade, displaying a hint of indifference and majesty between his brows.

Even in such a refreshing morning, the man's fierce momentum was still so obvious that no one could

ignore it.