Chapter 37 Are You Done Playing, Mrs. Lawrence?
So, Isabella has been carrying this shallow mark on her lips since dinner, all the way until now. No wonder Anthony has been winking at her. She thought it was teasing about her and Sebastian not being able to resist kissing each other in front of the Lawrence family, but she didn't expect...
Isabella covered her face, feeling too embarrassed to see anyone from the Lawrence family again.
She was angry.
Because of this, Isabella hasn't spoken to Sebastian the entire way. She turned her head and looked out the window.
Sebastian also drove in silence, with a faint worry between his brows. She wondered what he was thinking about, but she didn't have the energy to care.
Isabella thought he didn't want to comfort her. He didn't even bother pretending. A bitter feeling welled up inside her.
What was she expecting?
Sebastian, in a good mood, the type who would comfort her, had long noticed that her mood was off.
It was clear...he just didn't care about her.
Back at Willowbrook Estate, she went upstairs to her room to freshen up and take a shower. Standing under the shower with her messy hair... she felt like crying.
If she cried at a time like this, no one would notice, only she would know.
But Isabella looked down on herself in this state.
Sighing, she reached out to squeeze some shower gel, only to suddenly hear the click of the door lock.
Then, the shower door was pushed open.
In the misty steam, Sebastian's handsome face gradually became clear.
"You, you, you..." Isabella couldn't even complete her sentence, "How did you... come in!"
She was taking a shower! She wasn't wearing anything!
"Can't I come in?" Sebastian looked at her, his gaze moving downward.
A complete view, everything crystal clear.
"Ah!" Isabella screamed, covering her front, but feeling like it wasn't enough. There were still other areas she needed to hide, "Sebastian, you... get out! Get out right now!"
"Why should I get out?" he was calm, even starting to unbutton his shirt, "I want to take a shower too."
"Just wait for me to finish!"
"Isn't it better to shower together?" Sebastian said, "It's more romantic."
"To hell with romance!" Isabella was furious, "Get out! Get out!"
Sebastian had already taken off his clothes and walked straight towards her, taking advantage of his height by removing the shower handle.
Isabella wished she could find a hole to hide in.
But his other hand was still holding onto her, "How can we wash if you stand so far away?"
"Sebastian, you..."
"Do you want to insult me again?" he said, "Taking a shower together as husband and wife, that's called romance, commonly known as a love shower."
Isabella felt like he was mocking her. What a crazy person, he was silent in the car, who knows what he is thinking, pretending to be deep in thought and melancholic, and now... he is provoking her again.
How can there be a man who makes people both love and hate him like this!
Sebastian said he wanted to take a shower together with her, and he actually did it. He was very meticulous, even helping her apply shower gel, touching every inch of her body.
Isabella had no way to escape at all.
She could only cling tightly to Sebastian, holding onto his shoulder, otherwise...
He would see her completely exposed! Although she was sticking to him, at least she didn't have to face the embarrassment face to face!
"I wonder if Mrs. Lawrence is satisfied with my service?" Sebastian asked, leaning his head against her ear. "I'm looking forward to the next time."
Isabella had never felt so ashamed before. Sebastian was really pushing her limits time and time again.
Resistance was useless, shouting and screaming was also useless.
All she could ask was, "Have you finished washing yet?"
"Not yet," Sebastian said, "Take it slow, no rush, I have plenty of time."
But Isabella couldn't bear it much longer...
Her legs were getting weak, but she didn't dare to fall. Although she was leaning on Sebastian, she was actually very tired. She had to calculate the distance and measure her movements to avoid touching a certain unspeakable part of him...
Taking this shower was too difficult.
It was clearly not enjoyable, but pure torment!
"You...hurry up," she said, "I...I think I'm done washing."
"How could you be done? You haven't rinsed off the foam yet."
"I'll rinse it off myself..." Isabella said, attempting to take the showerhead.
But Sebastian reached out his hand and raised it, leaving her completely powerless.
The height difference between them two was striking at this moment.
"No rush," Sebastian looked down at her, "we've only just started."
Isabella almost broke down.
She had endured for so long, and he had the audacity to say... they had only just started!!!
"Well," Isabella's eyes darted around as she began to make excuses, something she had always been good at, "I... I need to use the bathroom..."
"Hmm?"
She repeated herself, "I need to use the bathroom..."
Isabella naively thought that Sebastian would let her go and give her a chance to escape from the bathroom.
But he asked, "Number one or number two?"
"Uh... number one."
"You can go now," Sebastian said, "I don't mind."
"..."
Isabella truly didn't know what to say. He actually wanted her to... pee in front of him?
"Sebastian, are you really not messing with me?"
"We're married, we do the most intimate things together. What's this in comparison? Are you... bothered by it?"
"Yes, I am bothered," Isabella said, afraid he wouldn't let her go, and quickly added, "And, I misspoke just now. I meant number two."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a loud "smack" sound as Sebastian's hand landed on her buttocks.
Isabella froze.
The slap was loud, but it didn't hurt at all. It was just... adding to her embarrassment.
"I feel dizzy..." Isabella looked at him pitifully with her watery eyes, "The steam in the bathroom has been too much, and the temperature is high. I... I really feel dizzy..."
In the bathroom, the steam filled the air, creating a dense fog. Staying in this environment for too long could indeed lead to a lack of oxygen.
After she said that, Sebastian let her go and quickly rinsed off the foam from both of them using the showerhead. Then, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her.
Isabella grabbed the towel and haphazardly draped it over herself before quickly running away.
She almost slipped on the floor.
"Slow down," Sebastian's voice came from behind, "I won't eat you."
Seriously... he was so close to devouring her completely!
When Isabella emerged from the bathroom, her entire body was blushing from head to toe.
Putting on her pajamas, Isabella blow dried her hair while muttering to herself, "Sebastian is such an old fox! Next time, when I take a shower, I'll definitely remember to lock the door, so he won't have any chance to take advantage of me... I can't believe he even made me pee in front of him..."
"What a lunatic, I don't care about my face! He acted indifferent before and made me sad, and now he's suddenly acting like he's on drugs..."
Finishing drying her hair, Isabella returned to the bedroom.
Sebastian was already half-leaning against the headboard, still holding a book in his hand, flipping through it with his head down.
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