That ex-lover, such a seductive little thing! When did she start hooking up with my uncle?
Seeing them so intimate, they’ve probably shared a bed long ago, haven’t they?
If she really marries into the Summer Palace, what good would be left for me?
Now, Albert Kingsley truly feels like he’s being blatantly cuckolded.
Meanwhile, Peggy Carr is about to grind her teeth to nubs, as Admiral actually carried off Carla Carr. That bitch couldn’t really have slept with the Admiral, could she?
Alexander Kingsley carried Carla Carr upstairs and unceremoniously tossed her into the luxurious bathroom: "Wash. Clean yourself up."
The stench is unbearable, enough to choke someone.
Alexander Kingsley, with his special forces background, has self-control far beyond ordinary people, yet even he almost couldn’t endure the canned herring smell.
No idea why a woman like her, who doesn’t look bad at all, would go to such lengths, and still, why can’t she just be a pretty girl?
She insists on fighting, like a little thug.
"Oh." Carla Carr, like a docile kitten, had no choice. The Admiral was too terrifying.
If she displeased him, he might just shoot her dead at any moment.
But how could she? Hmm? She is Carla Carr, she wants to sleep with the Admiral.
Exactly, she wants to ride him, to overpower him.
The bathtub was shrouded in mist.
Carla Carr soaked in the rose petal bath. Nearby, Alexander Kingsley, holding a cigar, stated word by word: "Quite a bit of nerve, huh?"
Dare to call him hubby?
Dare to seduce him in front of everyone?
Very well, Alexander’s lips curled into an amused smile, setting the cigar aside. He picked up the wine nearby, taking a big gulp, and walked into the rose petal tub with the aroma of alcohol surrounding him.
The bathtub, capable of accommodating dozens, suddenly felt crowded.
Carla Carr retreated backwards. What did he want to do? He wouldn’t be so direct, would he?
Her body was completely bare.
The water reached her neck. Even though she’d prepared herself to lie under this man, as he approached, she panicked!
"You, you stay away!"
"Afraid of me?" His voice was malevolent, chilling to the bone. His wet bathrobe clung tightly to his waist.
The man was tall, clearly strong and fit!
Carla Carr bit her lip.
Looks like the Admiral is really something!
One night... five times? Not a problem huh?
Once... one hour? A lifetime of sexual happiness wouldn’t be a problem!
But... her body involuntarily moved backwards... This dangerous feeling made her uneasy, her mind focused on escape.
Suddenly, his rough thumb and forefinger grasped her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze.
His grip was not gentle, it hurt, really hurt.
Rumors said the Sovereign Empire’s former lord was cold and heartless, bloodthirsty and violent, with an eccentric temper. Proximity to virtue or vice would corrupt, and Alexander Kingsley was no good bird!
"You’re sick..." Her face flushed, neck thickening, and eyes reddening.
"I have the cure!" Alexander’s lips tightened into a wickedly roguish smile, one large hand clutching her head as he seized her lips for a kiss.
His other hand plunged directly into the water.
Precisely grasping her soft breast, squeezing it forcefully.
"Did you think calling me ’hubby’ was for free?"
"Who gave you the guts?"
When the kiss ended, she was nearly breathless.
Alexander smirked: "You ruined my Water Moon Pavilion! You deserve execution, but I’ll be lenient and... have you clean toilets instead!"
With that, he released her breast and stepped out of the tub.
Carla Carr lay stunned, hmm, was her first kiss just taken?