NovelAppI had no idea what the situation was like for Fanny at the moment, but judging from what I'd seen earlier, it was probably pretty similar to the predicament Ernest and I were in.
Getting interrupted like this, especially since it was their first time, was bound to leave a mark.
So, I immediately pressed down on an eager Ernest, "Let's take a quick break." Ernest, chest heaving, gavea heated look, "Yeah?" I pouted towards the door, "Listen, someone's trying to rain on someone else's parade." Ernest's gaze darkened slightly, "And what about it?" "We can't just stand by," I started pushing Ernest away as I spoke.
"So, they're raining on our parade too," I loved Ernest's response.
I kissed him quickly. "Hold on, Ernest. I'll go deal with the party pooper." It was a childish thing to say, makingfeel like a kid.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNow I finally get it. When you're with someone who loves and spoils you, you start to age backward, becoming more childlike the longer you live.
That's me. I used to have to put on this mature and aloof act around Conrad, trying to coff as this future lady boss. I worked on maintaining his dignity, seeing the big picture, and understanding elegance, which madeseem way older than I actually was.
Fanny would say Ernest lacks Conrad's wealth and status, but it's precisely because he's free from those burdens that I can be so relaxed with him.
There's truth in the saying, "You win some, you lose some." I slipped off Ernest like an eel, quickly fixing my disheveled clothes, and hurried to open the door, ready to confront the intruder.
But as I opened my door, the door to Yates' room opened too. However, it wasn't Yates who cout, but Fanny.
I immediately stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frto quietly observe, ready to join the fray if things went south for Fanny. "Where's Yates?" Milly was straightforward with Fanny.
"He's taking a shower," the familiar excuse sounded different coming from Fanny.
Milly wasn't provoked, just offering a faint smile, "The senior does have a habit of showering at this time." Her words were a veiled jab at Fanny, insinuating a closeness with Yates meant to make Fanny jealous. Clearly, she was up to no good, a veritable fox in sheep's clothing.
"So, Milly, you're not really here for Yates, are you? You're here for me?" Fanny's years of dealing with women not only allowed her to treat their ailments but also to understand their true nature.
Milly, in her silk nightgown, lacked her usual professional demeanor, showing a softer side. But then I saw Fanny... Wow, my eyes widened.
Fanny had left dinner in a long dress, but now she was wearing a man's shirt.
A change of clothes meant something had happened.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut wasn't it too quick? Ernest and I hadn't even gotten a third into our foreplay.
Could it really be that these two, in their thirties, just dove straight in without any foreplay on their first walk on the wild side? As I pondered, Milly spoke up with a hint of mockery, "Why would I need to see you?" True to her fox spirit, Milly's depth was evident. Her words were dismissive, as if Fanny wasn't even worth her effort.
It was a tough line to respond to, but before I could wonder how Fanny would fetort, she simply smiled. S here to watch Yates Milly shower?" I was initially taken aback, then silently chuckled.
That's my cool Fanny for you, her m tongue as sharp as Xer scalpel.
Milly's composure cracked under m Fanny's jab, but she quickly retaliated, "Dr. Willis, I do knowalthing or two about decency and shame."
Her implication was clear, mocking Fanny for being at Yates' place in the wee hours, suggesting a lack of En.
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