Her body was thrown onto the soft bed, Beauty looked at Lucas with flushed cheeks, her little hands nervously tugging at the corner of his shirt, her eyes hazy.
"Damn it!
What on earth have you drunk?"
Lucas muttered lowly, taking off his suit and tossing it on the sofa.
He loosened his tie with his hand.
Looking coldly at the woman who was already getting into position, he said, "You, stay here and don't go anywhere.
I'll get you some cold water."
After saying this, he forcefully shut the door.
If he stayed inside any longer, he really couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't do something out of line.
Looking at the little temptress whom he had personally trained lying on the bed, was it also time to give her some special training?
By the time Lucas entered the room with a bowl of cold water and a glass of hot tea, his ordinarily indifferent and cold face was now full of surprise, his facial muscles trembling thrice.
