The bathroom was made of transparent glass, so there was no curtains to cover it.
After brushing her teeth, Michelle took off her clothes and stood in the shower. She tried hard to rub her
body, in an attempt to remove the mark that the middle-aged man had left on her last night!
Although she had applied body wash for many times, the marks on her neck were still very dirty. Her
back was reflected in the mirror. The place she was rubbing was terribly red and even swollen, but she
didn't have the intention to stop.
"Ah!" Finally, out of control, she screamed. Her hands were still rubbing the skin on her body, especially
the part on her neck.
"What's wrong?" When Scott heard her scream outside the door, he opened the door and rushed in
without hesitation. The vapor in the bathroom was hazy, and the woman's exquisite body was partly
hidden and partly visible. He felt a stream of blood in his body flowing backward, straight to his brain.
Michelle didn't expect that he would rush in. She was so frightened that she screamed again and again.
While screaming, she pulled the bath towel to cover the body exposed in the man's vision. She said
with shame and anger, "Get out! Get out!"
Scott turned around and walked out of the room quietly. At the moment the door was closed, he took a
deep breath. It was the second time he saw her body, but it was more violent than the last time.
Just like last time, he almost couldn't help but jump on her
An hour had passed when the door was opened. Scott knew that she was scared.
She put on the light blue dress he bought, wore a pair of flat blue shoes, and her hair was scattered
about. The dress had buttons designed, which was the same as the shirt, and she liked it very much.
They looked at each other face to face.
Only he knew how dramatic he was just now.
Michelle was already embarrassed. Noticing that he was staring at her, she could not help but interrupt
him, "Boss."
Scott came to himself and coughed before saying, "Let's go. I have made a reservation." After saying
that, he went straight to the elevator. Michelle also followed quietly until they arrived at the restaurant.
Neither of them spoke to each other.
Scott chose a seat near the window. He knew that women all liked this place where they could see the
view. This would make people feel comfortable while eating.
Scott pulled out the chair for Michelle. When she sat down, he walked to the other seat and sat down.
The waiter brought them two copies of the menu. It was her first time to eat in such a high-end
restaurant. Looking around at the luxuriously decorated place, she felt a sense of pressure.
Sensing her nervousness, Scott handed her a glass of water. "Drink some water."
Looking at the price marked on the menu, it would cost her a month's salary during this meal. How
could he not know what was on her mind? So he smiled and said, "Order whatever you like. It's my
treat."
Though he said so, Michelle hesitated for a few seconds before she ordered the cheapest set meal and
gave the menu back to the waiter. At the same time, Scott had also ordered food.
"Please wait for a moment." The waiter took the menu and bowed politely to them. Then he turned and
left.
The atmosphere became depressing again. Michelle kept looking out of the window and prayed in her
heart, 'Hurry up and serve the dishes.'
Since that happened, she didn't know how to face Scott or herself. She thought it was not a big deal to
drink, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged man put the drug in her champagne viciously. Fortunately,
Scott arrived in time, or else Michelle would really commit suicide after the
incident!
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