Chapter 21 Won't You Bathe Me?
[We all listen to the teacher and believe in your decision!]
[Yes, we'll follow your arrangement!]
[You have our support!]
Soon, the group was almost full of agreement and support.
Queenie smiled resignedly and didn't take them seriously.
She had been a teacher for more than a year. At first, she would be moved by the holiday blessings from these parents, but now she was somewhat numb.
Generally, parents were afraid to tell their real thoughts in front of the teacher.
They would only rush to flatter the teacher, fearing that their children would suffer cold shoulder in school.
Out of courtesy, Queenie replied: [Thank you for your understanding and support.]
Meanwhile, in another group of parents, Glory quickly sent a message.
[We certainly know our children have a good foundation! Alas, I'm worried about whether the teacher is trustworthy since she is so young and lacks experience!]
[Mrs. Carter, you were the first to reply and support Ms. Lorente just now, weren't you?]
Glory: [What else should I do? She is our children's teacher!]
[I agree with Mrs. Carter. Now the children are at a critical moment and will enter junior high school soon!]
[Let's wait and see what will happen. Don't worry too much. After all, our children's English grade ranks first in the last exam.]
Glory: [It was because our children are excellent. I'm afraid that if we maintain the current situation, our children may be overtaken by other classes soon.]
[Mrs. Carter, do you mean to drive Ms. Lorente away?]
Glory: [Why not? As long as we make a joint request to the principal, we can change to another more professional and experienced teacher.]
[I think what Ms. Lorente said makes sense. My kid loves to read books. Now he has free time to read books because there is less homework.]
[Yeah. My son is interested in computer programming, and if the homework is as much as other classes, he will have less free time after school. I support Ms. Lorente!]
[I'm not good at studying and can't help my child with homework. It's good that Ms. Lorente can help us solve this problem in school.]
[That's right. I almost collapsed last year for homework tutoring!]
Soon, more and more parents supported Queenie, and Glory could only give up changing a teacher.
Queenie didn't know she had just dodged a bullet, and at this time, she suddenly realized the silence in the car was a little strange.
She saw Benoit looking out of the window coldly as if he was thinking about something, and her heart skipped a beat.
Queenie wondered whether Benoit would think badly of her after knowing her terrible relationship with Jeremy, her jinx, and the matter that Gerald almost raped her.
Could it be that Benoit defended her outside just for dignity and would get angry after returning home?
It was said that many men were like this.
So did her father.
On one occasion, Queenie's mother was hugged by a lunatic man on the street. It was not her fault, but when she returned home, her father scolded her mother severely.
His father was so unreasonable that he said if her mother stayed at home and stopped wearing fancy clothes, that lunatic would not aim at her.
Memories sprung up in her mind, and Queenie couldn't help worrying about what Benoit would do to her when they returned home.
After all, he used to be such an excellent man.
Everything in Coast City was under his control, and people would show respect and call him Mr. Clancy wherever he went.
The more Queenie thought about it, the more upset she felt.
While she was in a daze, the driver from Clancy Villa had already stopped the car downstairs the apartment and helped Benoit onto the wheelchair.
"Leave him to me." Queenie quickly got out of the car and took the initiative to hold the wheelchair. "Marcus, you can go back, and I will take care of him."
Marcus took a look at Benoit.
Benoit nodded lightly, and Marcus left.
Queenie pushed Benoit upstairs, and once they entered the house, she asked him earnestly, "You must be tired. I'll run a bath for you."
Benoit was keenly aware of Queenie's attitude and frowned slightly. He nodded without saying anything.
Benoit's silence made Queenie even more panicky.
Queenie returned to her room and secretly called Macy, telling her what had happened today.
"Macy, what should I do? I won't get divorced so quickly, right?"
"No way! If Mr. Clancy divorces you because of this, I will look down on him!"
Queenie was still worried. "Macy, can you give me some advice? I should do something."
"Oh!" Macy's voice sounded excited. "Why not try honey trap? Men all like it, and you are such a beauty. Queenie, did you take the nightgown I bought for you to your new home?"
When it came to that nightgown, Queenie felt her cheeks burning up and replied in a low voice, "Yes. I have brought all the gifts you gave me."
"Great! I originally prepared that for your marriage with Pollard, but now Mr. Clancy will take advantage. Just wear that sexy suspender nightgown, seduce him, bathe him, and massage him. He will lose his head over you!"
"Macy!" Queenie shouted anxiously and shyly, her cheeks blushing.
"Queenie, you two have had a sex life, don't you? Why are you so shy now? Hurry up and tell me the result later!"
"Don't tease me!" Then Queenie hung up the phone and turned to open the closet to get the clothes for Benoit.
But she couldn't help casting her eyes on the suspender nightgown that Macy gave her.
It was thin and interspersed with beautiful embroidered flowers, sexy and deluxe.
Queenie had never worn such a sexy nightgown before. She hesitated for a few seconds and finally made the decision.
It was not a big deal!
Anyway, they had already slept together!
It also didn't matter to help her handicapped husband take a bath!
Queenie secretly changed that nightgown in the bathroom and wrapped a white bathrobe outside it.
After running a hot bath and turning on the heater, she pushed Benoit into the bathroom.
Queenie carefully helped Benoit to the steps of the bathing pool.
Benoit sat quietly, and his expression still looked bad.
After struggling for a long time, Queenie lowered her head and said, "I... help you undress."
Benoit didn't respond.
Queenie thought he was acquiescing, so she unbuttoned his shirt and took off his trousers with trembling hands.
Under the warm light, Benoit's muscles were in full view, and Queenie felt her heartbeat quicken.
She didn't expect Benoit to have such a good figure!
Queenie turned more bashful, and her cheeks were burning. She lowered her head and looked at the last piece of clothing on Benoit's body, hesitant.
At this time, Benoit's emotionless voice sounded over her head.
"Queenie, didn't you say you want to help my bath? Then how can you bathe me if you don't take off my underwear?"
