President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 39 The Desire to Cover up

All of them were some crappy jobs that someone didn't want.

Seeing this, Natalia breathlessly rubbed his forehead.

It was surprised that these ten people were actually willing to stay this company.

She put the information away and made a brief summary in her notebook before closing it and getting

up.

Stretching out, she looked to the wall clock and noticed that it was already 10:30 in the night.

The time went by!

Natalia headed out the door.

As she passed through the hallway, she heard the sound of someone talking in the study, and upon

closer listening, it seemed like a meeting was taking place.

Natalia ignored it and went downstairs to drink milk before returning to the bedroom and taking her

clothes to talk a shower.

Dottie happened to come up, saw her suitcase in the bedroom and asked,

"Mrs. Mccarthy, do you need me to pack this suitcase for you?"

Natalia thought it was some daily necessities, so she nodded, "Ok, thank you!"

"You're welcome, Mrs. Mccarthy."

Natalia handed the suitcase to Dottie and went into the bathroom.

There was a whole set of brand new toiletries in the bathroom, her favorite brand and smell, all of

which Archie had ordered in advance to be prepared for her.

After Natalia had finished her shower, she was ready to get dressed, but she accidentally slipped on

her feet while reaching for her pajamas.

By the time she hurried to stand up against the wall, she realized that her pajamas had accidentally

fallen to the water-soaked floor and were all wet.

Natalia carried the wet pajamas, confused.

How bad it was!

She actually fell down when she was to get dressed?

Well now she could not put on this pajama.

But she came in with this one, she couldn't go out with just a towel wrapped around her!

Natalia was chagrined for a moment, and just then, a light footstep came from outside.

Natalia naturally assumed it was Dottie who was still out there, and called out.

"Dottie, could you please bring in a set of pajamas for me?

I dropped my pajamas on the floor and got them wet."

Outside, Archie's footsteps lurched and his gaze was cast in the direction of the bathroom.

The frosted glass was not so transparent, but it still shadowed the silhouette of a woman, with slender

and beautiful curse.

His ink pupils deepened slightly as he casually set down the papers, and then walked over to the closet

and opened the door.

It was full of women's clothes.

These clothes, naturally, were not brought by Natalia, but those that Archie had ordered to be prepared

in advance.

Not only here, but there was a dedicated one hundred square foot cloakroom on the third floor, with full

of things she could use.

He had always been nice to his woman in this regard.

Archie picked a black silk with same-colored lace trim halter pajama dress from the many pajamas of

different styles and styles and headed for the bathroom.

Without speaking, he curled his fingers and tapped on the door, and it opened a hair's breadth from the

inside.

The heat was dense and spilling outward, and a thin fair arm was stretched out as if it still carried a hint

of moisture.

The beautiful skin could be seen.

Archie's adam’s apple couldn't help but roll.

His black eyes were deep. Almost instantly, he felt his body reacted.

Natalia stretched out her arms and was puzzled when she didn't receive her clothes.

"Dottie, did you get it for me?"

Only then did he hand her the pajamas.

Almost the next second she received her pajamas, the woman pulled her hand back and the bathroom

door was once again closed.

While Natalia changed her clothes, she thought Dottie was a bit strange today.

She was enthusiastic a moment ago, but now she did not say a word.

But she didn't think much of it, after all, she was new and didn't know her well, so maybe that was how

she was characterized.

After Natalia had changed, she realized that she had brought herself a halter-night dress.

The silk material was smooth and skin-friendly against the skin. The skirt only reached the thigh root,

the whole back was semi-transparent lace design, in which the sexy and seductive waistline could be

seen.

She looked at herself in the mirror and her face became red.

Dottie ......

How could she bring her such clothes!

And she didn't remember bringing such a dress with her!

Natalia bit her lip and tugged at the skirt on her body, finding that no matter how much she tugged, the

places that exposed still couldn't be covered.

Especially the back.

How could she go out dressed like this?

But at this time, asking Dottie to bring in another set of clothes would seem a bit too troublesome and

pretentious.

Thinking of it, she was ready to stop bothering her, letting her hair down and draping it over her

shoulders, covering part of her bare skin, before pushing the door open with her arms folded and

sneaking out.

The bedroom was somewhat dime, with only two orange wall sconces on, the same as when she had

come into the bathroom earlier.

So, the man hadn't come back yet?

Realizing this, Natalia's heart fluttered with joy, and she then hurriedly stepped on small steps and

quickly ran towards the closet.

Just then, a low male voice suddenly sounded behind her.

“What are you doing there?”

Natalia's spine stiffened.

The hand that reached out to open the closet froze in mid-air.

She turned back and saw Archie sitting on a sofa in the corner, with his slender legs folded together.

He was still wearing the white shirt with the cuffs untied and the sleeves pulled halfway up, revealing

half of his slender arms with a lazy and homely air, completely different from his indifferent and cold

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One of his hands was half propped on the arm of the sofa, resting on his forehead, and next to him on

the low table was a red wine glass with a small remnant of wine in it.

Natalia stiffened for a few seconds, then smiled awkwardly.

"When did you, when did you get back?"

Archie looked at her, not moving.

"Just now."

"Where's Dottie?"

"She's out."

“Ok.”

The atmosphere was somewhat stagnant, even awkward.

Archie's gaze fell on her, with his pupils darkening.

The woman's body was undoubtedly superb, and her skin was like solid white jade. He had

experienced the feeling of touching it as if it were fine silk milk that would break with a little pressure.

And if it was the alcohol or something else, he somehow thought the temperature seemed a little

warmer tonight.

There was some dryness in his throat, and a dull ache was in somewhere of his body.

Archie didn't say anything else, and Natalia didn't know what to say.

Her whole body shrank inward a bit, unease.

It was especially unease to feel the man's gaze on her the whole time, as if he had let a million ants

crawl on her.

She resisted the urge to run away and tugged her skirt down.