Chapter 355 Evil Thoughts
Stepping out of Derek's pad, James was stuffed to the gills and couldn't help but marvel at Derek's hospitality.
Fixing up Derek was a piece of cake for James, even though it was a head-scratcher for other docs. A bit of his inner energy and a day or two of rest was supposed to bring him back to life.
As for the whole curing-Derek favor, even Edwin would be green with envy. But James couldn't care less. 'Why sweat over something you don't even need?' he mused.
The kicker was, James only agreed to patch up Derek out of respect for Edwin, not as some personal favor. After the job was done, he stuck around for a meal but didn't hang out or ask for anything in return.
His whole good-guy act without expecting anything back earned him mad respect and admiration from everyone.
Right now, all he wanted was to crash in his dorm and get some sleep. He was wiped out, a bit drained, especially since he was still recovering with his own illness.
When he finally got back to the dorm, he realized he was keyless. Knocking on the door got him zilch, probably 'cause Arianwen was off on a mission. With no other choice, he had to make a rooftop run and get back quick.
But as he hopped onto the window ledge, he heard some awkward noises coming from inside. Instinctively, he peeked in and almost lost his grip.
On the bed, a young couple was going at it. They couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen.
James watched, feeling a mix of excitement and self-pity. He'd never felt that kind of passion. He'd been married to a knockout, Jennifer, for three years and hadn't even kissed her. What a joke!
Suddenly, a wild idea hit him. 'What if I tried it with Arianwen when she gets back?' he thought.
The thought freaked him out, and he quickly shook it off. What was he thinking? He needed to ditch that idea, pronto.
Before the couple noticed they had an audience, James quickly jumped down to the balcony. Then he remembered the balcony was blocked by a railing, and he couldn't get in. He facepalmed in frustration and quickly leaped to Arianwen's room next door.
Luckily, Arianwen's window didn't have a railing. Otherwise, he'd be in a real pickle.
He gently pushed it open and climbed in, looking like a total sneak. Once inside, he caught a whiff of a faint fragrance, definitely Arianwen's scent. It was unique, not like Jennifer's or Harmony's. Arianwen's scent was subtle but super pleasant and classy. If James didn't have a sharp nose, he might've missed it.
Arianwen made sure to air out the room to keep her scent from lingering. After all, someone in her line of work, like a ghost, slipping in and out without a trace, would be super careful about leaving any scent behind.
James had been living with Arianwen for a while, but this was the first time he'd been in her room. It felt kinda thrilling, like he was sneaking a peek.
Arianwen's room was super basic—just a bed, a wardrobe, and a dressing table. No extra furniture, no perfumes, no cosmetics.
Made sense, though. For someone like Arianwen, practically a robot, having that stuff around would be weird.
James's eyes drifted to the wardrobe in the corner. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of underwear a woman as icy as Arianwen would wear.After all, he'd been living with her for ages and never saw her hang clothes on the balcony.
This thought kept nagging at him, cranking up his curiosity. He swallowed hard. Since Arianwen wasn't home, maybe he could sneak a peek. 'As long as I don't touch anything, it should be cool, right? Besides, I'm Arianwen's master. It's totally normal for a master to check out where his maid lives, right? Yeah, that's it. I'm the master, gotta show who's boss,' James rationalized.
With this constant self-pep talk, James felt emboldened and a growing desire to take a peek. He started edging towards the wardrobe, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it.
Sure enough, the wardrobe was packed with Arianwen's clothes. The styles were almost identical, all black nightwear. Each piece was tiny, fitting her slim figure perfectly.
But where was the underwear? Arianwen would have some at least. She couldn't possibly wear the same set all the time, right?
He sneakily looked around and perked up his ears to confirm that Arianwen hadn't returned. Then he memorized the arrangement and spacing of the clothes before carefully flipping through them.
Suddenly, his eyes widened. Hidden among the black nightwear were Arianwen's underwear, all super skimpy and lightweight.
James's mind immediately conjured up images of Arianwen wearing these undergarments.
Well, his nose was about to bleed. Then, an even bolder idea popped into his mind. What did Arianwen's underwear smell like?
'James, you're such a perv. Remember your role. You're Arianwen's master. Act like it and don't do sleazy stuff,' he reminded himself.
James immediately pulled back his hand in the mid-air, feeling super ashamed. But then, seeing those tiny pieces of underwear, he felt a strong desire.
Honestly, if it were another woman, he wouldn't have such thoughts. But this was Arianwen, a woman as cold as ice. He was insanely curious, wondering if Arianwen's underwear would be any different from other women's. This curiosity pushed him closer and closer to the edge of doing something really dumb.
In the end, his pervy thoughts won over his rationality. He gritted his teeth and reached out again.
Finally, he touched it, taking it out to examine. Just as he brought it to his nose to sniff, the tightly closed door creaked. It was pushed open, and a tall figure appeared, catching him red-handed. The originally calm expression changed dramatically.
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