Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 846

Since her clothes were dirty, she decided to wash them after taking a shower.

Just then, she saw a pile of Vincent's clothes that had been thrown aside. Before realizing it, she had already picked up his clothes and threw them into the basin.

With that, Elaine had no choice but to wash his clothes.

Though she regretted washing his clothes, it wasn't nice to leave it as it is after throwing them into the basin, so she might as well wash them together with her clothes. Just as she planned to look for hangers, she didn't expect Vincent to be right outside when the door opened.

What was worse was that he saw what she was doing!

Just as the atmosphere turned awkward, Vincent left the bathroom.

Only then she was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

She wouldn't have known what to answer if he had asked why she did that...

When she thought Vincent had left, footsteps were heard again.

He was walking towards her.

It didn't take long for Vincent's tall figure to reappear in front of the bathroom door. Passing the hangers in his hands to her, he muttered, "Take it."

Staring at him with wide eyes, she was in too much shock to take the hangers.

Knitting his brows, Vincent asked, "Weren't you looking for these?"

A little confused and a little startled, Elaine was at a loss for words.

How did he know she was trying to find this?

When she didn't move, Vincent stepped into the bathroom.

Seeing him enter the bathroom, Elaine quickly followed, "Hey, give me the hangers, and then leave..."

Before she could finish her words, Vincent stuffed the hangers into her hands and raised his chin, gesturing her to hurry up.

Seeing his actions, Elaine was speechless.

When she didn't move, Vincent frowned again. "Do you want me to do it?"

After the question got out of his mouth, Vincent went to pick the clothes up. On the other hand, Elaine was still too stun to react, so she just watched as he grabbed something out from the pile of clothes.

A pathetically small piece of fabric was pulled out.

In an instant, her face turned scarlet red.

Those were her panties!

This guy was definitely a pervert!

Why would he pull out her underwear from a pile of clothes?!

Noticing what he had pulled out, Vincent halted his movements.

Staring at the pink panties with dark eyes, he asked, "Are thse yours?"

"Why are even asking?! If they're not mine, could they be yours?!"

"Right. They look cute..."

"What..."

Immediately, her ears turned red out of embarrassment. Snatching her panties from him, she pushed him out.

The door slammed shut.

Standing at the other side of the door, Vincent curled his lips into a small smile.

After hanging the clothes, Vincent sat on the couch watching TV. Hesitating for a while, Elaine decided to walk over and sat opposite him. "Mr. Bradbury..."

"Mr. Bradbury?"

Not getting a reply, she tried once more, "I have something to tell you. Are you free?"

"What?"

"When do you plan to leave this town?" asked Elaine out of curiosity.

Vincent chuckled, "Why? Are you going to drive me

"No!" Elaine quickly waved her hands and explained, "I'm just asking. If you don't want to leave, you can stay here. Anyway, the air is fresh, and it's less crowded here. You can just treat it as a vacation."

When she finished her sentence, Vincent turned his head and stared at her with a deep gaze.

Under his gaze, Elaine panicked. "What... what's 911"

"What did you and Morgan talk about when you were outside?"

After she came back from her stroll, her attitude completely changed.

Silently, she praised Vincent for being so sharp-eyed. He could sense her slight change in attitude

in an instance.

Were higher class people really smarter than normal people?

Without saying a word, Vincent went to get his phone. Looking at him in confusion, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to ask Morgan if you're not telling me."

Not knowing what to respond, Elaine went speechless.

Why did he have to disturb Morgan at this hour?

Without a choice, she stopped him from calling, "I'll tell you, so don't disturb Morgan. It's getting late."

Squinting his eyes in skepticism, he put down the phone in his hand.

Pausing for a moment, she finally opened her mouth and said, "Morgan told me everything about your past."

The look on Vincent's face gradually darkened when he heard that.

"Don't blame him, I was the one who asked..." Elaine explained hurriedly, "I thought you were cruel, merciless, and inhumane, but Morgan said that it was because of your traumatic childhood, so he told me not to blame you..."

Sneering, Vincent huffed, "He's so full of himself now, isn't he?"

Knowing that he was angry, Elaine immediately tried to calm him down, "Don't talk about Morgan like that. He did everything for your sake..."

"So now that you've heard my story, you think I'm pitiful. That's why you're changing your attitude towards me?"

Hell, she wasn't feeling pity for him! She was just trying to save herself!

Not daring to say the truth, she just gave him a piece of advice, "It doesn't matter to me what happened to you in the past, but now that I know you were not born to be cruel, I hope you can stop..."

Laughing, Vincent asked, "Stop what? What do you want me to stop?"

Even though Vincent's laugh sounded contemptuous, she continued, "We're living in a legal society now. Bad people shouldn't be judged by you. You should just hand them to the police if anything happens in the future... Don't try to solve things by force or with violence, that's not right. You can always resolve it using other ways..."

Hearing that, Vincent snickered, "Don't be naive. The real world is cruel. I didn't do anything wrong."

How could this person be so stubborn!

Before she even started, Elaine already felt that she wouldn't succeed.

As expected, he was stubborn. Violence was imprinted in his mind, so all he could think of when solving problems was to go by force.

Pursing her lips, she kept quiet as she didn't know what to say.

Just then, Vincent turned off the TV and got up. "It's getting late. Let's go to sleep."

Sitting on the couch without moving, she uttered, "I'll take the couch. You can sleep on the bed..."

Looking down at her, he demanded, "I'll only say this once. Both of us are sleeping in bed."

Not backing down, Elaine insisted, "I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you!"

Fuming with anger, Vincent snickered, "Do you want me to carry you?!"

Speechless, Elaine kept quiet.

"I don't mind carrying you..."

As he spoke, he bent down to carry her. Out of instinct, Elaine tried to run away, but her hair got caught in Vincent's strong arms. As she cried in pain, Vincent frowned and immediately let go of her.

In a pained expression, she clutched onto her scalp.

With a menacing look on his face, Vincent scolded, "Why did you try to run away?!"

Roaring back at him, Elaine retorted, "Why did you pull my hair?!"

His grip was so strong that she felt her scalp was going to be pulled off her head!

Pursing his lips, Vincent raised his hand and reached out. Taken aback by his sudden action, she stepped back subconsciously. Getting impatient, Vincent shouted, "Come here!"

"What do you want..." Curling up on the couch, she held her head with both hands, as if trying to protect herself. "Are you going to pull my hair again?" Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Amused by her reaction, Vincent asked, "I wasn't even trying to pull your hair! Let me see if I hurt you badly."

Eyes full of suspicion, she didn't believe that he would be so kind.

Without wasting time to explain further, Vincent leaned over to check her scalp. Just then, his towering build hovered over her petite figure, and he smelled like fresh after-shave mixed with a masculine scent.

Sitting at her spot without moving, she let him touch her hair and check her scalp.

Looking at her head, Vincent frowned. As expected, her scalp turned red after his forceful pull. In an instant, he felt anger rushed through him.

Seeing that his face turned cold, she began to fear inexplicably when she thought of the time when he killed people without blinking an eye...

Vincent sure was good hiding his true identity.

No one would have known that an aggressive killer was hidden underneath that gentleman image he had.

Deep down, he was just a cruel and ruthless killer.

Curled at the same spot, she dared not move an inch, as she feared an unexpected disaster would fall upon her.

After a while, Vincent let go of her and demanded with a cold face, "Go to bed!"