Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love novel Chapter 42

After that Abby Miller sat on Richard Scott's laps and finished writing, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening.

Abby Miller swallowed the bitter pill in silence after writing for 3 hours.

After she finally finished writing, she could not wait to rush out of Richard Scott's embrace.

Richard Scott did not stop her. His expression did not show any displeasure. Instead, he was very satisfied as he picked up the paper densely packed 'I was wrong' on the table and started reading.

It could be seen from her neat handwriting that Abby Miller wrote carefully.

"Next time, you'll have to write it 1,000 times."

After putting down the paper, Richard Scott did not forget to warn Abby Miller. He got up and said, "Go back to your room."

"Okay."

Abby Miller was overjoyed because she could finally get rid of this iceberg.

The two of them walked out of the study. When they passed by the master bedroom, Abby Miller walked toward the opposite room without looking back.

However, Richard Scott grabbed her collar and asked, "Where are you going?"

Abby Miller played dumb, "Go back to my room. Is my room here?"

"Haha."

Richard Scott sneered. He pulled Abby Miller with his one hand and opened the door with his other hand, easily dragging Abby Miller into his room.

"Abby Miller, are you getting bolder and bolder?"

Richard Scott's lips curled into a faint smile, but the expression on his face clearly said, "You're bold, aren't you?" ...

None of Abby's stratagems escaped Richard Scott's eyes.

Abby Miller knew very well that she couldn't defeat this evildoer, so she could only follow him miserably.

Then, she saw Richard Scott taking off his clothes, from his jacket to his collar knot, and then his shirt. He walked to the wardrobe, pulled a bath towel around his waist, and then took off her pants without scruple.

With a red face like cooked shrimp, Abby Miller picked up his scattered clothes behind him with a sad face.

She looked exactly like a maid!

"Do you want to bathe together?"

Seeing that she was hugging his clothes, Richard Scott was just about to step forward when he suddenly turned his head to ask her.

Abby Miller was so scared that she took three steps back on the spot. Her head shook like a rattle, and she didn't even have time to cry, "No, no, there's no need..."

Seeing this, Richard Scott did not force her. Instead, he scanned her figure with a picky gaze. Finally, he said faintly, "It's been so long, but you still don't have any self-awareness. Those who have slender figure are not afraid of being seen at all."

After that, he went into the bathroom without looking back, as if to show off his golden ratio figure.

Abby Miller wanted to die, thinking that, "Not everyone wants you to be so shameless like you, Mr. Scott!"

As she thought angrily, Abby Miller tossed Richard Scott's dirty clothes aside and silently waited for him to finish the shower.

Abby Miller was tortured.

Her current identity was that of both a servant and an awkward “fiancé”, so she had to stay close to Richard Scott.

If the two of them got along well with each other, it would be fine. However, the man always didn't follow the common template.

Who knew what he would do with her if she left?

As he thought about it, Richard Scott came out after taking a shower.

His hair was not dry yet, messy but sexy. The water droplets on his hair kept falling down along his exposed chest, and finally slowly slid into the bath towel at his waist.

To be honest, if it weren't for the atmosphere right now, Abby Miller would definitely appreciate his figure.

His chest was strong. His muscles were firm but not flamboyant. His V line abs made his strong waist sexier.

Further down, the bath towel surrounded her casually, and his long straight legs were clearly visible...

Abby Miller felt that this man was too handsome.

This guy was really an evildoer.

"Have you seen enough?"

Richard Scott did not mind at all when he saw that Abby Miller was staring at him intently. He even asked mischievously.

Abby Miller suddenly came to her senses and blushed, "Wh-what? I didn't see anything."

"Oh?"

Richard Scott immediately raised his brows and deliberately approached Abby Miller.

The smell of shower gel suddenly entered her nose. The man's breath enveloped Abby Miller's body and he looked down at her from above.

As soon as Abby Miller raised her head, her sight directly became parallel to his chest.

"You... What are you going to do?"

Abby Miller lost her composure and continued to retreat in fear.

"Since you didn't look at me, why are you panicking? You're not honest!"

Richard Scott looked at her teasingly, as if he was mocking the attitude of Abby Miller, who dared not admit it.

Abby Miller was embarrassed and cursed herself in her heart, "What a pig! Even if I want to see it, I have to keep it a secret."

She was caught by Richard Scott.

"It's getting late. Go in and take a shower."

Seeing her annoyed expression, Richard Scott did not tease her anymore. He walked around her and walked towards the wine cabinet.

"Well."

Abby Miller responded, picked up her clothes in a hurry, and hurried into the bathroom.

It took nearly 40 minutes for her to get out of the bathroom.

At this moment, Richard Scott was standing by the French window, holding a wine glass in his hand. He was lost in thought as he looked out of the window. No one knew what he was thinking.

It was the first time that Abby Miller had seen such an expression on his face, so she didn't dare disturb him.

However, Richard Scott came to his senses before her.

He turned around and saw Abby Miller wearing a bathrobe with her long wet hair sticking behind her ears.

Richard Scott frowned, "What are you waiting for? Go dry your hair."

"Well."

Abby Miller continued to reply and obediently ran to find the hair dryer.

The room was very quiet. Richard Scott's gaze returned to the window.

Abby Miller did not say anything after seeing this. Just like that, Richard Scott did not react until his hair was dried.

He retracted his gaze, turned around, and sat down on the sofa next to Abby Miller.

The familiar aura enveloped her again. The two of them sat next to each other and were quite close. Abby Miller panicked and could not help but feel a little nervous.

"Uh... Mr. Scott, are you still not going to rest?"

As soon as Abby Miller asked, her heart had already flown to her own bedroom.

Richard Scott seemed to be able to read her mind and smiled, "It's not late. Come here."

He reached out his hand to her. Richard Scott's voice was low, and there was a faint hint of temptation in his voice.

Abby Miller's alarm rang in her heart. Instead of coming closer, she stepped back and looked at him warily, "Wh-what are you doing?"

"What are you escaping for? Will I eat you?"

Seeing her timid attitude, Richard Scott became even more displeased.

"No..."

"But you will do something unexpected!"

Abby Miller added in her heart.

Richard Scott narrowed his eyes, which were filled with menace.

This woman... Obviously, she was defending against him.

Did he look so scary?

Richard Scott was furious, "Come and dry my hair!"