Chapter 367 Full of Her Scent
Charles lowered his eyes to look at Rachel, who was tightly clutching his collar. Her eyes were slightly red, and she looked very alluring, which made her extremely attractive to him.
He couldn't help but laugh, the sound a mix of exasperation and amusement. With a swift motion, he reached out and gently pinched her delicate hand. "So, Ms. Davis, do you hope I am or hope I'm not?"
Charles's question seemed to catch Rachel off guard, leaving her momentarily speechless. Her eyes appeared dazed and bewildered as she struggled to find a response. Gradually, she relaxed her grip, attempting to suppress the discomfort stirring within her.
Charles watched her quietly lying in the bathtub. She was drenched all over, with a few strands of hair sticking to her beautiful face, giving her a somewhat fragile look.
Charles's heart stirred, and he leaned down to kiss her lips.
Rachel's eyes momentarily lost focus, but then a sudden surge of desire overcame her. She reached out, wrapping her arms around Charles's neck, yearning to pull him closer to her.
However, Charles only kissed her, refusing to go any further. This restraint drove Rachel to the brink. Her voice, now hoarse with frustration and longing, whispered his name. "Mr. Wright."
Charles felt a wave of tenderness. He kissed her earlobe gently and murmured, "I'll use my hand to help you."
With Charles's help, Rachel's discomfort eased significantly.
Finally, after cleaning her up, Charles placed her back on the bed.
Rachel lay on the bed, drowsy. She opened her eyes to see Charles stepping into the bathroom, and soon, the sound of running water came from inside.
Half-asleep, she wondered if Charles might really be impotent.
Charles stayed in the bathroom for a long time, using cold water to suppress his inner urges.
As he emerged from the bathroom, his gaze fell upon Rachel lying on the bed, her alluring figure impossible to ignore.
He frowned, glanced at her briefly, then quickly looked away and turned to go to the guest room next door to rest.
As he settled into bed, images of Rachel in the bathroom, her pleas and expressions, occupied his thoughts with relentless intensity.
The heat in his heart surged downward, frustratingly persistent. He cursed under his breath, threw off the comforter, and stormed into the bathroom to take care of the relentless ache she had unknowingly caused.
After a taxing night, he had strained a tendon in his hand. Morning came too quickly, and Charles woke up feeling the result of his restless night. His hand was sore and weak, and sharp pains shot through it with every movement, a constant reminder of the night before.
He threw off the comforter, got up, and walked to Rachel's bedroom door to knock.
Rachel was already up, washing up in the bathroom. Hearing the knock, she paused, her mind blank for a moment, then various images from last night flooded her mind.
She had been drugged last night and had sought out Charles... only to be rejected by him.
When she woke up earlier and didn't see anyone beside her, she thought Charles had left. She still didn't expect him to be here.
"Mr. Wright, do you need something?" Rachel asked calmly. She suppressed her flustered emotions and looked up at Charles standing at the door.
Charles was only wearing a bath towel. The clothes he wore yesterday were all soaked by Rachel and couldn't be worn again.
Seeing his well-defined, perfect physique, Rachel composed herself, smiled slightly, and acted naturally, as if nothing had happened last night.
Charles raised his right hand and smiled at Rachel. "Ms. Davis, do you have any tendon injury ointment here? Maybe I overused my hand last night and strained a muscle."
Rachel was momentarily stunned, her face visibly reddening.
She coughed lightly and shook her head. "No. But there's a pharmacy right across the street. I can take you to buy some later."
Charles nodded and then said calmly, "Ms. Davis, where exactly are we? I might need my assistant to bring me a change of clothes."
Rachel's mind flashed back to the previous night when she had been soaking wet, clinging tightly to Charles, unintentionally ruining his clothes. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the memory.
She said in a low voice, "I'll have my secretary prepare some clothes for you right away. I apologize for last night, Mr. Wright. What brand do you prefer...?"
Charles interrupted before Rachel could finish. "Ms. Davis, I understand it was a moment of passion. Time is tight now, and it's too late to buy new clothes. Since you brought me here last night, there's no need to stand on ceremony."
Rachel, hearing this, smiled awkwardly and told Charles the address and apartment number.
Charles nodded slightly, made a phone call, and then turned to leave Rachel's bedroom door.
Rachel saw the scratch marks on Charles's back, and her face turned even redder.
Last night, she had indeed let herself go a bit under the influence of the drug. Charles's technique was also quite good.
Rachel patted her face to steady her emotions and walked toward the closet.
By the end of last night, she was too exhausted, and her body relaxed, so she let Charles bathe her. Charles also changed her pajamas.
Rachel pulled out the outfit she had planned to wear from the wardrobe, her fingers tracing the fabric absentmindedly as her mind began to wander. She couldn't shake the thoughts of Charles from her head.
He had such a great body—gracefully sculpted, strong in all the right places. It was hard not to admire him. But it was a pity, she mused with a sigh, that he was impotent.
After changing her clothes, Rachel called Tina and asked her to buy some tendon injury ointment.
When Ian came to deliver the clothes, he ran into Tina downstairs.
The two entered the elevator together and went upstairs.
At the door, Tina entered the password and invited Ian inside.
Charles was standing with just a bath towel around his waist, facing the fridge, looking for water.
Tina noticed the scratch marks on Charles's back, her expression changing slightly.
When Rachel called her to buy the ointment, she hadn't realized the severity of the situation.
She hadn't expected last night's lovemaking to be so intense, with Charles's back covered in scratches and Rachel's muscles strained from the exertion.
Ian's expression also showed a bit of surprise, but then he looked somewhat pleased. He said, "Mr. Wright, your clothes."
Hearing Ian's voice, Charles nodded slightly, "Just leave them there."
Ian then placed the clothes on the sofa in the living room.
Hearing voices outside, Rachel walked out.
Tina noticed Rachel walking normally, not looking injured, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes. She then said softly, "Ms. Davis, here's the ointment you asked for."
Rachel nodded, walked over to take the ointment, and said calmly, "Alright, you take Mr. Phillips to breakfast first, then head straight to the conference site. Mr. Wright and I will join you shortly."
"Understood," Tina replied, then gestured for Ian to follow.
Ian, being polite, glanced at Charles. Seeing no further instructions, he followed Tina out.
Charles picked up the clothes from the sofa and smiled politely at Rachel. "May I use your closet, Ms. Davis?"
Rachel returned the polite smile, "Please do, Mr. Wright. Make yourself at home."
Charles nodded slightly and walked into Rachel's closet. Her closet matched her personality with a cool color scheme.
The wardrobe was filled with her usual outfits, and the space, though not large, was full of her scent, making it hard to ignore.
Charles felt a surge of heat in his heart. He smiled silently, wondering if letting her go last night was the right choice.
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