Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love

Chapter 54 Taking A Bath Together

Abby Miller stood still and looked at him quietly.

It was not hard to tell that the venomous man could play the piano, and he could play it very well.

However, it seemed that he was not in a good mood.

Speaking of which, this was the second time she had seen Richard Scott's lonely expression!

The first time was he came back from the Scott Family's courtyard. When he stood in front of the

French window drinking alone, the expression on his face was like this.

Today, Old Master and Daisy Scott had gone to the company, and he had become like this again.

Who was he missing?

Was it someone related to the Scott Family?

Thinking of this, Abby Miller had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Before she could figure out what it felt like, the music suddenly stopped.

Richard Scott raised his eyes and placed his hands gently on the piano. He let out a vague sigh and

slowly stood up.

When Abby Miller saw him get up, she turned around and ran away.

If Richard saw that she was eavesdropping on him, would he feel that his privacy had been spied on?

"I'd better not let him find out!"

However, as long as she was afraid, the things came. As soon as Abby Miller took two steps forward,

Richard Scott's cold voice came from behind her. "Stop!"

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Abby Miller's scalp went numb, but she could only stop and turn around stiffly.

Richard Scott ignored the ingratiating smile on her face and walked slowly towards her with a straight

face. He said sharply, "Miss Miller, I never remember I had taught you peep."

"Mr. Scott, I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose."

Abby Miller twisted her fingers awkwardly and looked down at the carpet in the corridor.

When she did not hear Richard Scott's reply, she could only continue explaining, "I was... visiting the

villa. Then, I heard the sound of the piano and could not help but come over to take a look."

She put the back of her hand behind her back and gently stepped on the carpet with her toes. She

looked like a primary school student who had done something wrong and was waiting for his

punishment.

However, after a few seconds of silence, she suddenly plucked up her courage and gave a flattering

smile to the dark-faced Richard Scott in front of her, "Actually, Mr. Scott, you are... quite good at playing

the piano."

As for why Richard Scott suddenly wanted to play the piano and who he was missing about, she didn't

have the courage to ask him.

Perhaps, that was the secret hidden deep in his heart. How could Abby Miller dare touch the wound in

his heart? Wasn't that tickling the tiger's head? Wasn't she courting death?

Richard Scott narrowed his eyes slightly and looked coldly at Abby Miller. He snorted, "It looks like I

have to correct some of your wrong habits so that you can understand what you should do and what

you should not do."

Abby Miller couldn't help but feel her legs go limp. What kind of bad idea was Richard going to have?

"Let's go."

Richard Scott walked ahead with his head high, signaling for Abby Miller to follow.

"What are you doing?" Abby Miller asked in a trembling voice.

"Of course it's your duty to serve me to take a shower." Richard Scott left behind a casual sentence.

Abby Miller followed behind him with a devastated expression.

The responsibility was clearly a punishment for her, which was comparable to a cruel punishment.

But she didn't dare resist, for fear of more horrible punishment.

Abby Miller followed Richard Scott to the bathroom with a bitter expression.

Like the overall style of the villa, the bathroom was super big and very luxurious, especially the

massage bathtub, which was like a small swimming pool, full of bath water.

After entering the bathroom, Richard Scott took off his clothes calmly and walked into the bathtub in

front of Abby Miller.

Abby Miller wished she could cover her eyes and not look at his body.

Her eyes flickered as she dodged in Richard Scott's direction. With a red face, she went to get

something to wipe his body.

Richard Scott lay diagonally in the bathtub, looking at Abby Miller, whose face was flushed like a

hardworking ant. He looked busy at a distance away from the bathtub.

He couldn't help but smile and crooked his finger at her. "Come here."

Abby Miller lowered her head and held the bath ball. She watched as her toes walked to the bathtub.

"Mr. Scott, what's the matter?"

Richard Scott looked at her and grew even more interested in teasing her. He said, "Come in."

Abby Miller raised her head in a daze and looked at Richard Scott, whose head was only exposed.

Come in-

What was he talking about? Wasn't that what she thought?

Abby Miller took two steps back and buried her head in front of her chest in embarrassment.

"Do you want me to make it so clear? Come in and take a shower with me."

Richard Scott's voice was not loud, but his tone could not be defied.

Abby Miller lowered her head and said without looking at him, "No need, no need. I've already taken a

shower."

"Take a shower with me. Don't you understand?"

Richard Scott said unhurriedly. He sized up Abby Miller's body and suddenly grinned, "You can choose

whether to take off your clothes or to let me personally take off your clothes and bring you in."

Abby Miller really wanted to cry. Let him to take off her clothes and then carry her into the bathtub. God

knew what would happen!

"Mr. Scott, I... I really took a shower. I don't need to take a shower anymore." She was so scared that

she quickly waved her hand and repeated it again.

Richard Scott's face darkened. With a crash, he stood up from the bathtub.

Abby Miller quickly turned around, not daring to face his well-built body.

"It seems that you prefer me to take off your clothes personally."

Richard Scott said as he strode forward, pretending to want to step out of the bathtub.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Abby Miller wanted cry. This man really didn't accept her rejection at all.

Once again, she realized that in front of Mr. Scott, she was really just a private item.

"Spoiling? It's just an illusion of the secretary."

She gritted her teeth. Anyway, she had let him see her before. She didn't want to anger Richard

because of this. Instead, she would be really eaten by him.

Abby Miller obediently stood in front of Richard Scott and untied her pajamas.

Her thin white fingers gently turned, and the buttons were freed one by one. Her pink outerwear, like a

butterfly, gently fell on the hanger next to the bathtub.

She lowered her head and gently stepped on her slippers, her pink toes curled up slightly.

Richard Scott crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at the slim figure walking towards him.

He sat back in the bathtub and watched as Abby Miller obediently sat down beside him.

He stretched out an arm, put it around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

Abby Miller didn't dare struggle and leaned stiffly against his shoulder.

Richard Scott picked up the hot water and sprinkled it on her chest.