Bright looked at her dark eyes and lightly raised his eyebrows. No one could tell from his face what he
was thinking.
"So, Mrs. Lee is blaming me for making the innocent suffer?" his gentle eyes gradually became cold.
Sure enough, he misunderstood her. Why did she do such a hard but thankless job? What exactly was
wrong with her?
What Bright had done was to protect her. Someone like Timothy deserved to have nothing. But Rose
didn't want to hurt the innocent.
Her conscience wouldn't allow her to run away.
"You know that's not what I think." Rose felt distressed when she saw that he was angry.
Bright stood up from his chair and turned to walk out of the kitchen.
Bright only wore a white shirt and black trousers, which set his slender and upright figure off to
advantage.
Rose frowned and hastened to follow him, "I really didn't mean that."
She explained behind him, hoping that he would not misunderstand her.
But Bright didn't turn around and just left.
Rose looked at his back and thought of that she had not cleaned the kitchen.
She cleaned up the dishes, then washed some fruits and cut them into slices and put them into a bowl.
There were apples, bananas, pitaya, kiwi berry.... There was a wide variety of fruits.
Sitting in the soft sofa in the living room, Bright put one hand on the armrest of the sofa and crossed his
long legs. He was as elegant as a young master.
Rose walked over. He was cold, not looking at her. He just closed his eyes, as if he was very tired.
"Are you really angry?" Rose teased in a soft tone.
She put the fruit in her hand on the tea table and stared at his handsome face.
After a long wait, Bright spoke, "What's your relationship with Mark? As soon as he asked for your help,
you came to me to intercede for him."
"I have nothing to do with him." Rose looked confused.
Bright just put on a faint smile and didn't answer.
"We've only heard of each other before. But today is the first time we met." Rose forked a piece of
apple with a small fork and lifted it to Bright's lips. But he turned away and did not eat it.
Rose met with a refusal. She had no choice but to eat it herself and explained, "Mrs. Fan and Grandma
have been good friends for more than ten years. Mark is Mrs. Fan's favorite grandson. Timothy got the
Fan family into trouble. Mrs. Fan was so angry that she was hospitalized. So, Mark came to see
Grandma and me to ask for help. If it wasn't for the decades of friendship between Mrs. Fan and
Grandma, I would not have meddled."
Rose mentioned Jennifer, hoping that Bright would be merciful for Jennifer's sake.
Bright supported his head and rubbed his forehead with his fingers, still ignoring her.
"What I said is true." Rose was particularly serious and was afraid that he did not believe her, "Since
you married me, you are a generation younger than Grandma. So, it is normal for Mrs. Fan to ask Mark
to come to Grandma."
"You don't realize how powerful you are! Everyone is afraid of you and respects you. It's hard for them
to see you. So, Grandma gave me the task and let me plead for the Fan family except for Timothy."
"Mrs. Fan and Mark, Timothy and his parents, they belong to different worlds."
Rose said a lot. Bright listened for a while, got up from the sofa and turned to go upstairs.
Rose had to follow him into the bedroom. After entering the bathroom, Bright suddenly stopped and
Rose hit his hard back.
Bright reach out to unbutton his shirt, "I'm going to take a shower. Mrs. Lee, do you want to stay here
and watch or take a shower with me?"
"I ... I'll wait for you outside." Rose blushed in embarrassment and turned to leave.
Bright, however, grabbed her wrist and pulled her, pressing her against the cold tiles with his long arms.
"Mrs. Lee, now that you're here, you cannot leave." Bright became serious and attractive.
Rose stiffened. Now, she was more nervous than she was when she faced her entrance exams.
She didn't know what to say and was afraid that nothing would be appropriate.
She swallowed hard, thinking hard about what to say that would not make him angrier.
Bright had reached out to open the control valve of the shower. Cold water suddenly poured overhead
and onto Rose's burning face.
But most of the water fell on Bright's back. His white shirt instantly soaked and it clung to his strong
body, outlining the muscularity of his chest.
Water dripped from his wet hair. He looked so sexy at the moment, making Rose's heart thump.
Rose was sure that she was attracted by him, "Bright...."
"Get out." His eyes became darker, as if they were drowning everything.
Rose could see the desire in his eyes. Bright gritted his teeth and restrained himself. Then, he turned
his back to her and let the warming water pour over him.
"I..." Rose took the initiative to hold him from behind him, accompanying him to drench, "I ... I would like
to be your real wife."
At this moment, Rose did not care if she was too impulsive and lost her mind. Because she really
wanted to be his real wife now.
Bright slightly trembled because of her words, "Mrs. Lee, are you trying to use honey-trap?"
"Of course not." Rose spoke up, firmly and loudly, "I am serious."
Rose let go of him and came to him. Her eyes were so bright and filled with unprecedented firmness
and courage.
She put her hands on his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his thin lips.
Her initiative defeated his persistence and ignited his desire.
His lips were hot. He kissed her lips gently and rudely.
Then, Bright put his arm around Rose's soft waist and took her out of the bathroom towards the large
bed in the room, while taking off their clothes.
White shirt, black suit pants, pink bra, white skirt, sheer stockings ... They were all taken off....
The bedroom was quiet. The soft lighting helped to create the ambiguous atmosphere, which made
them excited.
Rose was active and Bright was enthusiastic. They had sexual intercourse, both longing for each other
to fill their lonely bodies and souls with love and warmth.
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