Chapter 401 Slapping Him Is Already Lenient
The car zoomed down the highway as the sky got darker.
Shirley was tied up again, tossed into the back seat like a sack of potatoes.
Herman looked like he was in a foul mood, his face all stormy.
When they got to the nearest villa, Herman carried Shirley inside. The butler saw them and nearly had a heart attack.
"Mr. Adams, we can't do anything illegal. Mrs. Adams would lose it if she found out!" The butler was shaking, trying to talk some sense into Herman.
Honestly, they looked super sketchy.
Shirley was all tied up, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, mumbling something. It was clear she wasn't on board with whatever was happening.
The butler had known Herman since he was a kid. Herman was a cute kid, and even though he turned into a bit of a playboy, he'd never done anything this messed up.
Herman went upstairs, giving the butler a weird look. "You think I'm into her?"
The butler was stunned. "What?"
Herman said, "Go buy some women's clothes."
Shirley started squirming on his shoulder again. Herman's temple throbbed, and he quickly went upstairs, heading straight to the guest bedroom. He dumped Shirley into the bathtub and turned on the shower, letting cold water drench her.
Shirley shivered, snapping out of her daze a bit.
Seeing her eyes open, Herman tossed the showerhead to her and said, "Clean yourself up. When you're done, come out. And just so you know, I'm not sleeping with you to help you."
With that, he left the bathroom.
Shirley was speechless.
She wanted to scream as she thought, 'Couldn't Herman just take me to the hospital? A doctor would be way more helpful than him!'
Herman stepped out and called Matthew, sending him the location.
He stood on the balcony, the sound of running water faintly in the background.
Feeling irritated, he tugged at his collar.
"Herman!" A nearly screeching voice came from the bathroom, like she wanted to kill him.
Herman's eyebrow twitched, and he turned back. "What?"
Shirley yelled, "Untie the ropes!"
Herman was silent.
Yeah, that was on him.
He stepped forward and leaned down to untie the ropes, bringing them closer. Shirley's rapid, hot breath hit his shoulder.
Glancing to the side, he caught sight of her exposed skin.
He'd noticed it earlier.
When the shower hit her, her clothes got soaked. The light-colored shirt clung to her full breast, showing the color of her underwear.
Herman's Adam's apple bobbed as he pulled out the ropes and tossed them aside.
Shirley raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
Herman looked at her, shocked. "You hit me?"
Shirley covered her breast. "What are you staring at?"
He'd been ogling her so blatantly; slapping him was being nice!
Herman gritted his teeth, stood up, and looked down at her, sneering. "Cut it out! I'm not interested!"
With that, he turned and left.
Shirley cursed a few times, but the heat and unbearable feeling surged back. Her thoughts were a mess, and she quickly picked up the showerhead and started spraying her face.
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