Chapter 152

In the steamy bathroom, the girl's words reached George's ears.

A flicker of excitement flashed in his eyes. "Hmm?"

Marguerite realized what she had just said. Her back, which had been bent, felt like it was about to snap. Stupid mouth, why did you have to say the quiet part out loud?

The steam made it hard to see the man's expression clearly. Marguerite quickly tried to backtrack. "No, I mean, I'm not a pervert! Don't be scared. I was just worried about your right arm getting wet, so I was looking a little too closely!"

Fantasizing about him in her dreams was one thing, but this was real life!

Through the steam, George looked at the beautiful girl and tilted his head. She seemed quite interested in his body. Her almond-shaped eyes were staring at him rather directly, like she'd discovered something fascinating.

She's eighteen, he thought. It's an age of curiosity.

Being watched by her was agonizing, but it was also exhilarating. At least there was something about him that could attract her.

He struggled to control his quickening breath and said calmly, "Alright."

Bathing with one hand was indeed inconvenient, but George's focus had shifted. He moved slowly, deliberately, his eyes stealing glances at the radiant girl out of the corner of his eye. Her gaze seemed to keep drifting back to him, as if she couldn't help it. Both of her ears were bright red, as lovely as ripe cherries.

When he was more or less done, he said, "I'm finished."

The girl's voice was full of concern. "Can you get dressed okay?"

"I'll take it slow. It'll be fine," George replied.

Marguerite blinked. "Okay, then."

The temperature in the bathroom was high, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. Their eyes met through the steam-filled air. The man's deep, beautiful eyes

were moist from the heat, holding an inexplicable allure.

Marguerite felt a jolt, as if she'd been

struck by lightning. Her already racing heart nearly leaped out of her chest. A second later, she came to her senses and smacked her

ave

forehead. "Oh, right. I'll get out, I'll get out.

She turned and fled. She couldn't deal with herself anymore.

Outside the bathroom, she closed the door behind her. She had intended to go straight back to her room, but she was still a little worried. What if George needed her help? she quickly ran down to hết bedroom on the second floor to grab her phone, then returned to stand guard outside the bathroom door, scrolling through her phone while she waited.

Her finger tapped open WhatsApp, and she saw a message from Northpine Wraith. [Maggie, Mr. Spencer seems like he's having a hard time. Should we hire a male nurse for him?]

That was actually a good idea. A professional caregiver would know what to do.

[I'll ask him about it later.]

Northpine Wraith replied instantly. [Why are you still up so late, Maggie? What are you doing?]

Marguerite winced. If she told him she was watching George bathe, he would never believe her. To maintain her pristine image in Theobald's eyes, she had to lie.

She typed: [Watching a show. About to sleep.]

Theobald wanted to show more concern for Marguerite. Even Anna knew she liked Devon Rex cats, and

he hadn't noticed. It made him feel guilty They couldnt have a care before when Aaron was living with them, but now she could. He just had to find out if Mr. Spencer liked cats.