Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love novel Chapter 50

By the time she regained consciousness, she was already in his arms.

Richard Scott was sitting by the bathtub while she was lying on his leg.

He held the back of her head with his right hand and held her slender shoulder with his left hand. He bent down slightly and kissed her lips.

Abby Miller wanted to cry but had no tears. Who on earth was the one said with disdain every time that he couldn't arouse any interest on me at all?

Mr. Scott, you're a big liar! Where's your integrity?

From a rational point of view, Abby Miller knew that she should stop this matter from going on. Otherwise, she would be eaten today.

However, she felt as if all her strength had been drained, and even breathing was very difficult.

Richard Scott looked at Abby Miller, who was lying in his arms. The flames in his chest burned even hotter, just as he was about to bend down and continue kissing her.

Suddenly, Abby Miller screamed.

"Ah-it hurts. It hurts so much."

The pain brought her back to her senses. She sat up and looked down at her knees, her eyes instantly covered with a layer of mist.

The atmosphere in the bathroom was swept away.

Richard Scott cursed angrily in a low voice. Then, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before he bent down and carried her out of the bathroom.

He strode into Abby Miller's room, put her on the bed, and then walked out without looking back.

As soon as Abby Miller was thrown onto the bed, she immediately had goose bumps all over her body.

This man was really rude.

She muttered in her heart, pulled up the quilt on the bed, and carefully covered her body.

Unexpectedly, in less than a minute, Richard Scott came in with a medicine box in his hand.

He lifted the quilt expressionlessly, took off the gauze on her knee, and bandaged her.

Abby Miller lay naked under the quilt, and her legs were held by him. She felt very embarrassed.

She pulled the quilt with one hand and looked at the window with a slightly red face, not daring to look at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott."

After binding up, Abby Miller thanked him in a low voice.

Richard Scott closed the first aid kit and looked at her with a gloomy expression. He did not speak and walked out of the room with the first aid kit in hand.

Abby Miller finally heaved a sigh of relief. It had been too dangerous just now. The two of them had almost...

Thinking of the scene when she was with him in the bathroom, her face turned red and almost buried under the quilt.

At this moment, the door rang and Richard Scott walked in again.

Abby Miller was stunned and asked in confusion, "Mr. Scott, it's getting late. You should rest."

Richard Scott nodded. Before Abby Miller could react, he had already untied his bathrobe, lifted the quilt, and lain down beside her.

"Mr. Scott, what are you doing? Your room doesn't seem to be here, right?"

Abby Miller was so scared that she almost jumped up. She remembered that she had almost fallen into danger in the bathroom just now. For a moment, her hair was standing on end and she had forgotten her fear of Richard Scott.

"Is he going to continue?"

Otherwise, why would he lie on her bed naked?

The more she thought about it, the more afraid she became. Her eyes widened as she curled up under the quilt and looked at Richard Scott.