Chapter 38
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He was about to tuck her in to the bed but she clung her arms around his neck and did not let go. He was carried princess style by Lyndon so that he could balance her weight when he was walking up to the staircases. He tried to woke her up but it seemed that the alcohol she drank had more power than him. He was contemplating whether he would put her into the bed or just bring her along into his room. The two choices put his control into test but nonetheless, he brought her to his room and luckily she let him go when he tried to put her down. He stared at Misha's sleeping face and felt amused. He immediately covered her with the quilt and turned around because he was starting to feel hot again. He rushed to the bathroom and put his head under the shower to cool his thoughts down. He reminded himself over and over again not to lose control and take things slowly.
As he was reminding himself in the bathroom when he heard Misha rustled from the bed. He grabbed the towel from the rack and rushed out from the bath. He was shocked to the core when he saw Misha was starting to undress herself.
"Ummm.. Hot!" the woman saying this with a sexy voice. The man gulped down his saliva and then his mouth was wide open.
He grabbed her hands preventing her from stripping down to the last cloths that adorned in her sexy body.
"Stop Misha." he whispered into her ears which immediately got red.
"It's hot." said her while struggling down.
"Fine." he said and carried her to the shower. He opened the shower and the woman who slumped down under it was drenched. She was really testing his endurance.
"Satisfied?" he asked Misha who was like a wet chicken. But there was no answer. He peered in to see her face. He found out that the woman was snoring.
'Asleep?.. Is she not afraid to die?' he asked in his mind while staring at her.
He could not possibly undress her just like that. He wrapped her with a white bathrobe and carry her to his bed. He called a lady maid and instructed to dress her. He stepped out in the room and stayed at the living room.
After awhile, the lady maid got out from the room and reported to him that she had done what he asked. He just nodded and the lady maid excused herself.
He can't sleep so, he just went to the kitchen to brew himself a cup of coffee. It was already four am and the house gradually became noisy. Especially in the kitchen.
He drink his coffee slowly and pick biscuits from time to time. He is fond of sweets and not many knew that. And, he can't possibly show that 'weakness' to his fiancé. He sipped leisurely his coffee while thinking of a way to open up the topic about Leonard. He really wanted to confess it to her. He was just finding the right timing. He knew that he prolonged the misunderstanding between her long enough and that should be stopped, for them to have a closure of what really happened.
-Around 9 am in Lyndon's bedroom-
She's tossing and turning herself at the bed. He hair is a mess and the light make up she had last night is slightly smudged. Her black night gown is slightly disheveled. Her arms are tossed up causing her belly button to show. She's sleeping soundly. Then, an alarm ring. She slowly stretched her arms up and yawned.
"Good morning." said the husky voice. Her half-asleep brain turned awake as she stared at the direction which the voice came from.
Lyndon is reading the newspaper. He held the mug of coffee and sipped while staring at the stock exchange section of the news. He seemed unperturbed by the existence of the woman in his room.
Misha was questioning her inner self what happened last night and why is Lyndon is in her room. Wait, in her room? She looked at the unfamiliar ceiling and decorations inside the room. The more she turned her head around, the more she felt like crying.
Why did she end up in his room?
She looked at the night dress she's wearing.
Who changed me?
Did he undress me?
Did something happen between us?
As she's bombarding her mind with her questions, Lyndon look at her with a little smile on his lips. He is quite amused seeing her panicky self.
'She's really really cute.' he thought while gripping the sides of the newspaper in his hands.
He is about to sip his coffee when Misha suddenly got up from bed and dashed out from the room. He didn't even blink and just chuckled when he realized what happened.
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He was about to tuck her in to the bed but she clung her arms around his neck and did not let go. He was carried princess style by Lyndon so that he could balance her weight when he was walking up to the staircases. He tried to woke her up but it seemed that the alcohol she drank had more power than him. He was contemplating whether he would put her into the bed or just bring her along into his room. The two choices put his control into test but nonetheless, he brought her to his room and luckily she let him go when he tried to put her down. He stared at Misha's sleeping face and felt amused. He immediately covered her with the quilt and turned around because he was starting to feel hot again. He rushed to the bathroom and put his head under the shower to cool his thoughts down. He reminded himself over and over again not to lose control and take things slowly.
As he was reminding himself in the bathroom when he heard Misha rustled from the bed. He grabbed the towel from the rack and rushed out from the bath. He was shocked to the core when he saw Misha was starting to undress herself.
"Ummm.. Hot!" the woman saying this with a sexy voice. The man gulped down his saliva and then his mouth was wide open.
He grabbed her hands preventing her from stripping down to the last cloths that adorned in her sexy body.
"Stop Misha." he whispered into her ears which immediately got red.
"It's hot." said her while struggling down.
"Fine." he said and carried her to the shower. He opened the shower and the woman who slumped down under it was drenched. She was really testing his endurance.
"Satisfied?" he asked Misha who was like a wet chicken. But there was no answer. He peered in to see her face. He found out that the woman was snoring.
'Asleep?.. Is she not afraid to die?' he asked in his mind while staring at her.
He could not possibly undress her just like that. He wrapped her with a white bathrobe and carry her to his bed. He called a lady maid and instructed to dress her. He stepped out in the room and stayed at the living room.
After awhile, the lady maid got out from the room and reported to him that she had done what he asked. He just nodded and the lady maid excused herself.
He can't sleep so, he just went to the kitchen to brew himself a cup of coffee. It was already four am and the house gradually became noisy. Especially in the kitchen.
He drink his coffee slowly and pick biscuits from time to time. He is fond of sweets and not many knew that. And, he can't possibly show that 'weakness' to his fiancé. He sipped leisurely his coffee while thinking of a way to open up the topic about Leonard. He really wanted to confess it to her. He was just finding the right timing. He knew that he prolonged the misunderstanding between her long enough and that should be stopped, for them to have a closure of what really happened.
-Around 9 am in Lyndon's bedroom-
She's tossing and turning herself at the bed. He hair is a mess and the light make up she had last night is slightly smudged. Her black night gown is slightly disheveled. Her arms are tossed up causing her belly button to show. She's sleeping soundly. Then, an alarm ring. She slowly stretched her arms up and yawned.
"Good morning." said the husky voice. Her half-asleep brain turned awake as she stared at the direction which the voice came from.
Lyndon is reading the newspaper. He held the mug of coffee and sipped while staring at the stock exchange section of the news. He seemed unperturbed by the existence of the woman in his room.
Misha was questioning her inner self what happened last night and why is Lyndon is in her room. Wait, in her room? She looked at the unfamiliar ceiling and decorations inside the room. The more she turned her head around, the more she felt like crying.
Why did she end up in his room?
She looked at the night dress she's wearing.
Who changed me?
Did he undress me?
Did something happen between us?
As she's bombarding her mind with her questions, Lyndon look at her with a little smile on his lips. He is quite amused seeing her panicky self.
'She's really really cute.' he thought while gripping the sides of the newspaper in his hands.
He is about to sip his coffee when Misha suddenly got up from bed and dashed out from the room. He didn't even blink and just chuckled when he realized what happened.
He was about to tuck her in to the bed but she clung her arms around his neck and did not let go. He was carried princess style by Lyndon so that he could balance her weight when he was walking up to the staircases. He tried to woke her up but it seemed that the alcohol she drank had more power than him. He was contemplating whether he would put her into the bed or just bring her along into his room. The two choices put his control into test but nonetheless, he brought her to his room and luckily she let him go when he tried to put her down. He stared at Misha's sleeping face and felt amused. He immediately covered her with the quilt and turned around because he was starting to feel hot again. He rushed to the bathroom and put his head under the shower to cool his thoughts down. He reminded himself over and over again not to lose control and take things slowly.As he was reminding himself in the bathroom when he heard Misha rustled from the bed. He grabbed the towel from the rack and rushed out from the bath. He was shocked to the core when he saw Misha was starting to undress herself."Ummm.. Hot!" the woman saying this with a sexy voice. The man gulped down his saliva and then his mouth was wide open.He grabbed her hands preventing her from stripping down to the last cloths that adorned in her sexy body."Stop Misha." he whispered into her ears which immediately got red."It's hot." said her while struggling down."Fine." he said and carried her to the shower. He opened the shower and the woman who slumped down under it was drenched. She was really testing his endurance."Satisfied?" he asked Misha who was like a wet chicken. But there was no answer. He peered in to see her face. He found out that the woman was snoring.'Asleep?.. Is she not afraid to die?' he asked in his mind while staring at her.He could not possibly undress her just like that. He wrapped her with a white bathrobe and carry her to his bed. He called a lady maid and instructed to dress her. He stepped out in the room and stayed at the living room.After awhile, the lady maid got out from the room and reported to him that she had done what he asked. He just nodded and the lady maid excused herself.He can't sleep so, he just went to the kitchen to brew himself a cup of coffee. It was already four am and the house gradually became noisy. Especially in the kitchen.He drink his coffee slowly and pick biscuits from time to time. He is fond of sweets and not many knew that. And, he can't possibly show that 'weakness' to his fianc. He sipped leisurely his coffee while thinking of a way to open up the topic about Leonard. He really wanted to confess it to her. He was just finding the right timing. He knew that he prolonged the misunderstanding between her long enough and that should be stopped, for them to have a closure of what really happened.-Around 9 am in Lyndon's bedroom-She's tossing and turning herself at the bed. He hair is a mess and the light make up she had last night is slightly smudged. Her black night gown is slightly disheveled. Her arms are tossed up causing her belly button to show. She's sleeping soundly. Then, an alarm ring. She slowly stretched her arms up and yawned."Good morning." said the husky voice. Her half-asleep brain turned awake as she stared at the direction which the voice came from.Lyndon is reading the newspaper. He held the mug of coffee and sipped while staring at the stock exchange section of the news. He seemed unperturbed by the existence of the woman in his room.Misha was questioning her inner self what happened last night and why is Lyndon is in her room. Wait, in her room? She looked at the unfamiliar ceiling and decorations inside the room. The more she turned her head around, the more she felt like crying.Why did she end up in his room?She looked at the night dress she's wearing.Who changed me?Did he undress me?Did something happen between us?As she's bombarding her mind with her questions, Lyndon look at her with a little smile on his lips. He is quite amused seeing her panicky self.'She's really really cute.' he thought while gripping the sides of the newspaper in his hands.He is about to sip his coffee when Misha suddenly got up from bed and dashed out from the room. He didn't even blink and just chuckled when he realized what happened.
