Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love

Chapter 49 I Will Help You

After Abby was sent back to her apartment, Richard did not go to work again.

For the whole afternoon, Abby was forced to sit in the study. Facing Richard, she wrote her homework

carefully.

Under his gaze, Abby was in tension.

Although Richard was busy reading his documents, every time he looked up at her, Abby would feel so

nervous.

She was afraid that something was wrong with her and she would provoke the temperamental man

with a sharp tongue. Then, she would be punished in a strange way.

After dinner, Abby finally plucked up the courage to apply to Richard. "Mr. Scott, I want to go back to

my room and take a shower."

"Take a shower? You can't touch water on your wound. It's common sense that you have it, right?"

Richard stretched his legs and gazed at her body, then her knees.

"I know I can't touch water, but I will be very careful. I will feel uncomfortable without taking a shower."

Abby quickly promised that as long as she could escape from Richard and return to her small space,

everything would be fine.

Richard pondered for a while and nodded.

Before Abby could be happy, she heard him say casually, "All right, then I'll help you."

Mr. Scott's words shocked Abby so much.

"Is he going to take a shower for me?" "Is he kidding me?"

"Oh my god-I'm scared to death just thinking about it. I was looking for an excuse to escape from his

sight. How could I jump into a bigger trap in a flash?"

Abby patted her chest and panted heavily and said, "No need. How can I bother you, Mr. Scott?"

Abby thought, "I took care of you while you were taking a shower. Why are we changing roles now?"

"I'm not as calm as you are, Mr. Scott!"

She couldn't keep calm if Richard would help her.

"Don't worry. With your skinny figure, I'm not interested for the time being."

Richard immediately understood what she was thinking and scoffed.

Abby waved her hand repeatedly, trying to stop Richard, who suddenly became helpful.

Unfortunately, there was no rejection. Richard bent down directly and held Abby in his arms, then

walked to the bathroom.

Abby leaned into Richard's embrace. She wanted to struggle but did not dare move. It was only when

Richard placed her in the bathtub that her nerves completely relaxed.

"Take off your clothes."

Richard held the shower head and looked at Abby expressionlessly.

Abby blushed. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around her chest and shrank back.

"Do you like to take a shower in clothes? Then I'll turn on the tap."

Richard Scott glanced at her coldly and reached for the switch.

"Wait, wait!"

Abby Miller bit her lip, and her whole face was so red that it was about to bleed.

At this time, she was only wearing a home-made cotton nightdress, which had just passed her knees.

In a hurry, she directly pulled out the skirt under her.

This man had such a bad character. If she didn't take off her clothes, he would really let her all body

wet with clothes.

It was the first time she had taken off her clothes in front of Richard Scott.

Although when she first saw Richard Scott in the hotel, she wore very little clothes and her whole body

was naked. However, when she had just woken up, she had not taken off her clothes in front of him.

Now, under Richard Scott's gaze, she took the initiative to take off her clothes. Abby Miller was so shy

that she lowered her head to her chest.

She turned around shyly, faced the French window, and slowly pulled up her nightdress.

Her nightdress rose inch by inch, revealing her white and crystal-clear skin.

Abby Miller's hand paused for a moment, and then she pulled up her nightdress again, revealing the

butterfly bone that trembled slightly as she raised her arms.

The nightdress was taken off from her head, and her long hair fell on her shoulder, covering most of her

snow-white body.

She didn't look back. She just stretched out her slender arm and put the nightdress in the dirty basket

beside her.

Richard Scott rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs and walked into the bathtub barefoot.

Abby Miller lowered her head and saw a pair of big feet standing in front of her, only a dozen

centimeters away from her feet.

She did not dare look up, afraid to see Richard Scott's eyes. She did not know what kind of eyes he

would look at her.

Richard Scott held the shower head in one hand and tested the temperature of the water. Then, he let

the shower head point at Abby Miller and started washing her.

Throughout the whole process, Abby Miller stood still like a piece of wood.

Richard Scott carefully washed Abby Miller's entire body. Then, he picked up the bath ball, squeezed it

into the bath liquid, and began to wipe her body. NôvelDrama.Org content.

Abby Miller held back her exclamation and shrank slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She did not expect Richard Scott to help her bathe so carefully. She could not help but feel a strange

feeling in her heart.

Richard Scott's gaze inadvertently swept across her body. His eyes darkened slightly but he still helped

her wipe it carefully.

Abby Miller couldn't help but reach out and grab the bath ball that was about to continue. She said in a

trembling voice, "Don't, don't move. Here... I can do it myself."

As soon as she spoke, she realized that her throat was dry and she swallowed subconsciously.

Richard Scott's gaze fell on her red ears in her long hair. When he heard her slightly hoarse voice, he

felt as if a small hand was scratching his heart.

He took a deep breath and released the bath ball.

When Abby Miller saw the big hand release the bath ball and disappear in front of her, she heaved a

sigh of relief.

She turned slightly and wiped herself with the bath ball. Her cheeks were so hot that could burn her to

death.

Behind her, Richard Scott saw that Abby Miller's cheeks were flushed red and her eyes were covered

with a thin layer of mist. Her lips were even more charming. He could not control himself any longer. He

could not help but take a step forward and grab her chin.

Abby Miller was shocked. Before she could react, her lips were blocked by his.