His voice was light and gentle, yet ten times softer than in front of others, "Help me undress."
This situation had become all too familiar. She had been his woman for several years now, efficiently helping him remove his clothes without any hesitation or shyness, her gaze calm and composed.
Jose Floyd entered the bathroom to take a shower.
Her expression instantly turned cold as she went to make him a cup of sobering tea. When she looked at the pillow, her fingertips were cold and stiff.
"Come in, help me shower." The voice of that aloof and imperious man commanded from the bathroom, with a majestic aura.
"Okay." She lowered her gaze slightly, placed the sobering tea on the coffee table, and headed toward the bedroom.
Soon, she would be able to exact her revenge—
Soon, she would be able to take down her enemy—
Soon, she would be free, no longer having to stay by his side.....
She walked into the bathroom, approaching the person standing under the shower.
