Chapter 57 Be Well-behaved

Noura pulled Elena into the room and hurriedly closed the door.

"Miss Walker, you must be very tired today. Rest early!"

Elena looked troubled, "Noura, am I foolish? He doesn't care about me at all."

Noura smiled, "Actually, the master was very angry today. Whenever he's angry, he locks himself in the carving room and sometimes stays there for days without sleep or rest, until his sculpture is complete. But today, he went in for a while and came out so quickly after seeing you, Miss Walker. It shows that he genuinely cares about you."

"Cares? How is that possible? If he cared about me, he wouldn't refuse to lend a hand with such a small matter?" Elena felt disheartened.

Noura comforted her, "Miss Walker, we can't guess what's on the master's mind. Regardless, the master wants what's best for you, and he wouldn't have any ill intentions."

"Looking at my sister…”

Elena suffered while he stood by and watched. "Is this for my own good?" Elena became angrier the more she thought about it.

"...Miss Walker, there are things you shouldn't judge based on appearances..."

"Alright, Noura, please stop talking. I'm tired!"

Elena decided to lie down on the bed and pretend to sleep. After all, Noura was loyal to Hassan, and no matter what she said, Noura would defend him.

"Okay, Miss Walker, get some rest. I'll leave now!"

Elena let out a low hum, and Noura quietly walked out, closing the door behind her.

In the large living room, a grand chandelier adorned with thousands of amethysts and diamonds emitted a dazzling and extravagant light. Hassan sat on the black leather sofa, his tall legs crossed.

Nabil hurriedly entered the room and respectfully stood by Hassan's side. His deep voice resonated.

"Master, we have received some news. Everything is just as you expected. The Robinson family is merely putting on a show. Under the pressure of public opinion, Daria is treating Annie well..."

Hassan swayed the high-stemmed wine glass in his hand and his eyes took on a mocking glint. "I'm afraid the real show has yet to come."

Nabil remained silent as Noura descended the staircase.

"Master, Miss Walker has already fallen asleep!"

"She didn't throw a tantrum?"

Surprisingly obedient? Hassan felt somewhat unexpected and stared sharply at Noura.

Noura became slightly flustered. "Miss Walker just complained a little, saying that the master doesn't spoil her enough."

"Understood, you may go!"

Noura lowered her head, smiled, and exited the room. Some things didn't need to be said by her; the master could perceive them. He was such a wise and astute man that deceiving him wasn't easy.

"Master, did you let Miss Walker go to the carving room today?"

Hassan raised an eyebrow and responded coldly with a grunt.

"Master, you spoil Miss Walker excessively. I'm worried she'll see things she shouldn't!"

Hassan frowned displeasingly. "You talk too much!"

"As your subordinate, I feel obligated to remind you that you're paying too much attention to this woman. Placing too much emotion on her is dangerous..."

"That's enough!"

Hassan harshly interrupted Nabil's words, poured the red liquid from the wine into his mouth, slammed the glass down, and slowly stood up with his tall and erect figure. Had he fallen for her? Could he truly have feelings for an insignificant woman?

"I know what I'm doing. You worry too much!"

After Hassan's stern words, he turned and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.

The crystal chandelier was turned off, leaving the living room in complete darkness. Nabil, hidden in the darkness, continued to watch Hassan's tall and slender figure with a worried expression, shaking his head bitterly. Master, what are you doing?

I'm afraid you have fallen for her without even realizing it.

For this woman, you've lost your business and will likely face crazy revenge from others. And now, because of this woman, you're actually going to provoke the Robinson family. The consequences are even more unimaginable...

Master, this act of making enemies everywhere is really not beneficial to yourself.

In the warm-toned bedroom, only a warm bedside lamp was lit.

On the large bed, there was a small figure hidden under the quilt. Hassan stood at the door, his lips involuntarily curling up.

With steady footsteps, Hassan slowly walked to the side of the bed, his mind recalling her adorable tantrum in the restaurant a while ago.

Sitting down, he reached out and lifted the quilt, only to find two pillows stacked together inside.

Where did this little brat run off to?

As Hassan reached out to press the switch of the main light, a faint voice came through.

"Don't turn on the light!"

Hassan turned around and saw a small figure slowly walking towards him.

Upon closer inspection, Elena was walking towards him strangely.

Under her jet-black long hair was a clean little face, and a long towel was wrapped around her from behind, with her small hands tightly gripping the folds, revealing a slender snowy leg below.

In extreme nervousness, she moved closer step by step towards him.

Hassan leaned back on the bed, supporting his body with his hands, his black eyes filled with interest as he watched her.

What kind of trick is she playing? However, he quite liked these exposed long legs, making the blood in his body slowly boil.

"Don't turn on the light, okay? I'll dance for you, alright?"

"Dance?"

Hassan narrowed his eyes, the smile in his eyes growing stronger. He liked it! He nodded slightly.

Elena took a deep breath, seemingly struggling in her heart. After a while, a look of resignation appeared on her small face as she suddenly lifted the towel on her body...

Hassan wanted to laugh, but he held it in and let out a deep sigh instead!

Wearing a set of red seductive bunny lingerie, it actually exuded a cute vibe on her.

Elena's face turned crimson, her hands clasped in front of her chest, and her big eyes couldn't hide her shyness and panic. Her snow-white legs were tightly pressed together, not daring to take a step.

Hassan's interest sparked, "It seems you're also going to do the bunny dance, go ahead! I'm watching!"

One can imagine that if a sexy woman wore this provocative lingerie and performed some seductive moves, it would definitely make people's blood boil...

But why does he always have a strange feeling that this bunny must be a bunny baby?!

Elena noticed that Hassan was deliberately teasing her and, no longer able to step forward due to her embarrassment, she turned around in a huff.

"Not dancing anymore, you despise me!"

As she turned around, preparing to run, a pair of arms reached out from behind and lifted her up, then turned her back around, pressing her against the soft mattress.

Looking down at her from a higher position, he gazed at her with his handsome black eyes.

A faint blush of desire tinged her cheeks.

"Darling, you win!"

His sexy and magnetic voice rang in her ears, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe, teasing her sensitive pores as if countless tiny feathers were tickling her heart.

Elena's face flushed red, her heartbeat quickening, she still looked at Hassan dazedly, "What do you mean I've won? I haven't even danced yet, let go of me!"

"Weren't you trying to seduce me by dressing like this? Well, now you've succeeded!"

He laughed wickedly and sealed Elena's cherry lips with a scorching kiss.

Elena was enveloped by his intense presence. It wasn't supposed to be like this. According to the book, if a woman dressed a little sexier, she could make a man go crazy and make him agree to anything.

Why did he pounce on her before she even danced?

That book must be a lie, it definitely is! She would tear it apart tomorrow; she must tear it apart...

Elena felt a chill on her body as the red bunny outfit in his hands fell apart, scattering on the bedroom carpet.

Elena moaned twice and soon became lost in his hot and solid physique.

That night, Elena slept soundly and had a dream. She dreamt of herself turning into a red bunny while Hassan became a big gray wolf with a pair of green eyes, baring his bloody mouth, desperately chasing after her. She ran all day to escape...

"Don't eat me!" Elena woke up, shouting as she opened her eyes, but it was Noura's calm smile she saw.

"Miss Walker, who is going to eat you?"

"It's nothing..." Elena looked at the empty bed beside her and yawned. "What time is it now?"

"Seven o'clock! Miss Walker, didn't you say today..."

Elena immediately jumped out of bed, hurriedly running towards the bathroom. "Seven o'clock, Noura, didn't I ask you to wake me up at six-thirty? You're late!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Walker. When I came at six-thirty, the master told me not to disturb you and let you sleep well!"

Elena was hopping with agitation, quickly tying her hair in a ponytail, brushing her teeth and washing her face. She put on her coat and rushed out.

The Robinson family's villa, situated in a backyard with hundreds of acres of gardens, bordered by a forest in the east, sea in the west, and a city in the south.

In the early morning, the fragrant air was mixed with a hint of flower scent. Elena ran towards the seaside through an alleyway adorned with blossoming roses.

In the distance, she spotted a slender figure exercising by the sea. He wore a black sports t-shirt and red sports pants. His lustrous black hair was dampened by sweat, messily covering his smooth forehead. He held a dumbbell in each hand, leisurely refining himself...

His three-dimensional facial features were bathed in a faint golden glow from the morning sun, making him incredibly handsome.

Lost in her thoughts, Elena suddenly noticed Hassan turning around, smirking, "Admiring me once again, my dear?

"Are you drooling over me, Elena, you pervert!"

Elena immediately snapped back, "Who said I'm drooling over you? You're so conceited, thinking you're the only handsome man in the world!"

Hassan put down the dumbbell in his hands, removed the fingerless gloves from his big hands, and reached out to pinch Elena's smooth chin.

"It seemed like you were the one seducing me last night. Your chest is too small, and your butt is not round enough. In fact, you're not really suited for that bunny outfit. I think the maid outfit would look good on you. How about changing into that tonight?"

Elena's face turned red from his remarks. "You jerk!"

No, she couldn't insult him. She had something she needed to ask him. Last night, she had barely convinced herself to confuse him, and if she ruined their relationship now, she wouldn't get anything in return.