A Vengeful Girl

Chapter 90 Run 50 Laps around the Garden

Hearing Linda's call, Charles immediately put on a wicked and gleeful smile.

He walked into the fitting room. Linda saw him walking in from the mirror and covered her naked body

subconsciously.

"Damn, where is Bun?"

"My dear wife, what are you going to do with Bun?"

Charles pushed the door wide open and leaned on the wall. He gazed at Linda with a meaningful look.

"You are not getting it today! Just forget it! Hum!"

"Well? Is that so?"

On hearing what she said, Charles walked towards her and held her into his arms tightly. "And if I

insist? What will you do?", said he erotically.

"Then I... I..."

She searched her mind for a good punishment, with her eyebrows raising and eyes rolling.

"Huh? You will what?"

"Then I will cry!" Right on cue, her eyes began to brim with tears, which made Charles feel sorry.

The eyes on his chiseled face got dull. He held Linda more tightly into his arms, comforting her, "There,

there. Darling, I'm sorry. Please don't be upset. Please don't cry. I'm just kidding."

"Dare you jerk me around next time?"

"Definately not."

"Hum, that's more like it. Zip me up right now or I will give you a hard time."

Linda gently pushed him off while putting on a proud face. Charles was rendered speechless. This girl

was quite the actress.

And yet, the mere sight of her back was enough to sweep him off his feet.

He gently pressed on her back, then kept gazing at it. Linda, waiting for the zip to go up, looked back

and caught the sight of his eager eyes.

She blushed out of shame and anger, Which, however, looked rather lovely and cute in Charles' eyes.

"Zip me up, or sleep in the living room alone tonight."

His fingers lingered for another two seconds and then zipped her up in one smooth motion.

Well, no matter how frequently she used this threat, he would always yield to it!

After putting on the dress, Linda came to look at herself in the mirror. This tailor-make dress fitted her

very well.

Linda then went towards the wrapped box. In it were her high heels, which could make a good match

with this beautiful dress.

But before she could reach the box, she was lifted up by Charles.

"Hey! What are you doing! I'm going to get my high heels." Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Linda quickly covered herself for fear that the beast in Charles would come up and undress her. It was

so much trouble to put on the dress.

Charles walked out of the fitting room with Linda in his arms and put her down on the sofa in the living

room. Then he took out the marvelous high heels from the box.

The flesh-colored ones looked simple but elegant.

Gently drawing aside her hemlines, Charles lifted her fair and delicate feet and carefully put on her

shoes for her.

They fitted just fine.

"Stand up to check whether they fit."

She raised herself from the sofa by leaning on Charles' shoulders, and then walked casually around.

The soles were soft and the design was unique that her toes won't kick the toe caps.

The high heels were comfortable to walk on with. Although flatties might be cosier, these were more

comfortable when compared with their counterparts.

"I don't feel a thing." Linda showed a bright smile, threw her arms around Charles, and then gave him a

kiss on his chiseled handsome face.

Charles then siezed the opportunity to hold her waist and confined her to his arms.

And then they kissed.

But...

Bun was coming...

From where she was standing, Linda could see Bun approaching, and so she nudged Charles.

Charles frowned when he felt that someone might blow his chance. He turned around and saw Bun.

Noticing the fire of anger in her Young Master's eyes, Bun covered her eyes in a hurry and stepped

back. "I'm sorry, Young Master, My Lady. Please go ahead. I'm leaving!"

"Bonny Lu! Attention!" Charles gave a military order.

On hearing that, Bun acted as if she were another person. She put down her hands and made a

standard military stance.

"Turn around. 50 laps around the garden outside!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Hey, are you serious? Do you really mean that?" said Linda with the corners of her lips twitching. Bun

actually turned around and began running laps around the garden.

Though the garden was not very big, a lap was at least 655 ft.

That was 3280 ft for 50 laps!

As for Linda herself, two laps were all it would take to wear her down.

"So what?"

"Damn, don't you dare bully my Bun!"

"50 laps would be a mild punishment for her interruption. Don't worry. It's only a piece of cake for her.

When she was in military service, at her best, she could run 13000 ft three times a day."

"..." The corners of Linda's lips twitched again. She became speechless and turned to watch Bun

running laps.

Looking back, Bun noticed Linda was watching her, so she waved back with smile and ease.

Before Linda could think about what to do next, her rosy lips were covered by Charles'. Charles held

her waist with one hand and pulled her head closer as he robbed her hair with the other hand.

Bun, running laps in the garden, couldn't help peeping at them.

Seeing what he was doing, Bun, whose smiling face turned into a sad face, could not hold back her

complaints. "Fuck... I have spent one hour on Lady Linda's hairstyle! Young Master destroyed it in only

three seconds!"

The nearby servants, who followed Bun's line of vision and caught the sight the two loving birds, all

giggled behind their hands.

A black Rolls-Royce whizzed past and stopped at the gate. James Mu and Violet Xing got off the car.

Violet Xing wore a pocker face behind her sunglasses, as if someone had owned her a million.

She walked towards the guest hall on her 3.9 inch high heels, swaying her not-slender hips.

On seeing them, she grew ever more furious.

"People are watching! Behave yourselves!"