Always in Love with You

Chapter 174 Come To My Room On Time

"Little cutie, what do you think I'm going to do with you?" said Simon with a gasp and gasp, with his lips curved into an evil smile

Trembling all over, she knew that this man was up to no good, but she still gritted her teeth, "I don't know!" This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Simon reached out and played with her long hair, and said, "in fact, I really like Avril, but she always disobeys me, which makes me very sad. But I'm so moved that you two treat each other so well. I will give you a chance. "

Polly shook off his hand and looked at him in disgust, "Simon, please behave yourself!"

What a shameless man! But she swallowed the words back. For the sake of Avril, she had to suppress the disgusting feeling. This man was a demon. He had seen how he treated Avril. If she dared to provoke him again, she didn't know how he would treat her.

"Simon, what on earth do you want me to do? Just tell me!"

He curled his lips and gave her a playful look. "I was planning to get the foreplay seriously. I didn't expect you to be so direct."

"Okay. Come to my room at 8 o'clock tonight."

For five minutes, she was still in a daze. Polly couldn't believe what he just said. She knew that this man had no sense of shame, but how could a person be so despicable and shameless?

What was he going to do with Avril? If something really happened between them, how should she face Avril and Bruce? Indeed, Bruce failed her, but that didn't mean she would do such a shameless thing. In that case, she would look down on him.

But if she didn't go, what would Avril do?

Around 7:50 PM, Polly got out of Simon's room. The door was ajar and a glimmer of light was shot through the slightly opened door. She twisted her hands and looked around, hesitating, not knowing what to do. She had to check the time on her cell phone in a few seconds. Time flies like a river.

At 7:59 PM, she made up her mind and started to knock at the door. 'I can't let Avril be with this wicked man any more. After that, I will take the initiative to ask for a divorce with Bruce. As for how he wanted to punish her, it was okay.

She knocked at the door for a long time, but there was no answer. She felt a little strange and said gently, "excuse me, is Simon inside?" She asked him several times, but he didn't answer.

She was very close to the door and she could faintly smell the unpleasant smell of alcohol from the crack of the door. She disliked the smell very much and frowned slightly. She covered her nose with one hand and pushed the door open.

The room was brightly lit and Simon was not there. She looked at the sofa, the chair and the corner that was most likely to be ignored at first glance. Nobody was there.

The further they went inside, the stronger the smell of the wine was, and she was choked to vomit. She walked around and found the bedroom was the source of the stink. Did he fall asleep earlier because he was drunk?

Her heart pounded violently on her chest like a long wave of tide. Standing at the door of the bedroom, she hesitated for a moment and said in a trembling voice, "excuse me, is Simon inside?"

Still no one answered. In extreme nervousness, she pushed the door open.

The bedroom was dark, but she knew that no one was inside. With the light in the living room, she could see roughly that the bed was neatly folded. She groped for the switch on the wall and wanted to turn on the light to see what was going on and why there was a strong smell of alcohol.

The bedroom was filled with warm light when the sound of "clap" was heard. She was shocked by the scattered fragments of the wine bottles. The bedroom was empty, but the floor was a mess. If she took a step forward, her feet would be poked.

What was going on? Although she could hardly hold her liquor, she smelt it. It was not like the smell of wine that had fallen on the ground, but the unbearable smell in the box.

It was obvious that someone had drunk a lot here. Seen from the folds on the bed sheet, the person had once been lying there. But why did she leave then?

No matter what, it would be good as long as he was not here, and she didn't have to do something against her will. But what if he left halfway and came back later?

If so, she should leave here immediately and tell him she had come, but she didn't see anyone. He said that he would come here at eight o'clock on time, but she was on time, but he was not there. It was he who broke his promise, but he couldn't blame her for that.

Having made up her mind, she turned around, walked out of the bedroom and rushed to the door. At this moment, she was very excited. It was really a good ending that she was safe and sound. Simon didn't like her. He just wanted to deal with Bruce. He must be in a good mood to come here tonight. Yet an interest wouldn't lie at a specific time or place. So he might not make this request again after tonight.

When she walked to the sofa, she heard the water from the bathroom and stopped. Damn it! Simon didn't leave. He was taking a shower.

She decided to leave him alone. If he would call to account tomorrow, she would come back after she entered the room, but she didn't see anyone. What she needed to do now was to leave without being noticed.

She ran forward in a hurry, and then she trembled to unlock the door. But strangely, no matter how hard she tried to turn the door, it was still unmoved. If they were in an old castle that had been abandoned for many years, she would think that the lock of the door hadn't been used for many years and would never recover.

About five minutes later, her restless palms were full of cold sweat, which was so greasy that she almost couldn't lock the door. She didn't care if she would make any noise that could be heard by the man in the bathroom. She tried to lock the door.

But it was still useless. Frustrated, she squatted down at the door, wondering what was going on? After observation for a long time, he found that the door was locked from inside. She was so upset that she almost wanted to stamp her feet. How stupid she was! She hadn't realized it until now? What a waste of time!

But she remembered that she had closed the door without even locking it.

Then it must be Simon who did it! He went to the toilet right after she got in. She was in the bedroom just now and the door was not closed. If there was some noise in the living room, why didn't she hear the sound of door opening and closing?

'did he actually not leave the room? When I arrived, he happened to take a shower!' she wondered! The thought made her shiver with fear.

Obviously, he was going to do something after taking a bath.

She had to run away as soon as possible! She immediately reached out her hand and unlocked the door. When she grasped it, the door was unlocked easily. The door was slightly opened, and a bit of cold air came in, which somewhat eased her rising temperature.

"Dear Polly, are you going back?"

Just as she stepped out, she heard the gentle voice of the man behind her.

Startled, she closed the door and turned around immediately to look at the man with fresh water vapor all over his body. He was wrapped in a bath towel around his waist, showing his muscular upper part of the body. With a dry towel in his hand, he was drying his hair. That once dreamy handsome face with a slight blush after taking a shower.

"Owen, why are you here?"

Polly didn't dare to look at him. It was the first time that she had seen him half naked, which reminded her of her past memories. The scene that she had fancied over countless times during those years flashed in front of her eyes off guard.

It was undeniable that when she saw it for the first time, her heart trembled a little uncontrollably. But soon, the similar scene happened in the most intimate time with Bruce made her feel ashamed.

"Dear Polly, come and dry my hair." He then handed her the towel.

Polly looked at him stiffly, her hands hiding behind her back and grasping her clothes tightly.

"Wow, you used to help me dry my hair, didn't you?" A trace of embarrassment flashed across his eyes. He quickly walked up to her and handed her a towel.

"Don't think too much about it. I've told you before that I'm your brother, and we'll be together in the future and the past. So you don't need to worry about me. " He smiled gently and his voice turned hoarse.

He walked to the sofa and said to the still stupefied Polly, "you are still as silly as you were in your childhood. Come and sit here. "

Polly had so many questions in her mind, but fortunately, the person who stood in front of her was Owen, not Simon, so she let her guard down for a moment.

But it was difficult for her to help him dry his hair. He had dressed neatly before, but now he was half naked. She used to be a ignorant little girl, but now she had married someone and was too close to him, which was so embarrassing.

"Dear Polly, aren't you curious why I am here?" Seeing the doubts in her eyes, he was satisfied and said, "come here and sit next to me. I'll tell you in detail."

This sounded like more than a decade ago, he smiled at her gently and told her that he would tell her a bedtime story.

This man was her favorite brother. It was normal for her to rub his hair. It would be more embarrassing if she refused him deliberately.

She took a deep breath and sat down beside him. Then she took a towel and wiped his hair expertly.

"Can you tell me what happened to the glass fragments?" She didn't want to make the atmosphere awkward. For one thing, she wanted to ease the depressing atmosphere; for another, she wanted to know the answer.

"Oh, I drank some wine on my way here tonight. But he was so drunk that the bottle fell and broke into pieces by accident. " He said indifferently.

"Then why did you drink? You used to be a wimpy drinker, didn't you? "

"Wow, you still remember how I used to be." There was a touch of sadness in his smile. Then he asked, "except for this, what else do you remember?"