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“Keep quiet!” he froze before he coldly told her off.

“Alright, I understand what you mean. You want me to tell you that Guy is not as handsome, gentle, or wealthy as you, right? You are competing with him like a kid. Are you really 28 years old?”

He glared coldly, caught hold of her lower jaw, and bit hard. “Whatever!”

She could be so pitiful at times and be very hateful at other times!

“Can you let me off, Master?” she pouted, “or I’d be wasted by the time you are done with me.”

“That’d be for the best,” he coolly retorted, albeit his hands had released her by then. He plunged backward into the bathtub and settled back lazily.

She wistfully rubbed her sore wrists. This man’s arms were powerful, indeed. It was hard to imagine his strong physique, which was hidden beneath his smart suit.

Before she could sit down with a heave of relief, he reached out his arm across her waist and tugged her toward his chest, splashing water droplets all over again.

She was unprepared and tumbled on hi