From his defined features to his annaring Figine, tiregory was a misterpiece of a man.
This explained why so many women fawned over him back then.
However, there seemed to be a faint scar on his neck. Anathea had no idea when he’d gotten hurt. She got lost in her thoughts for a moment.
Gregory leaked down at her bewildered expression and snorted. “Has this sight stunned you?”
Anathea came to suddenly and frowned. She tried to leave, but he held her down firmly with both hands. “Let me go.”
He didn’t budge. Instead, he asked mockingly, “Who has a better gure? Thomas, or me?”
She didn’t know why he suddenly felt the need to compare himself to Thomas, She looked away and replied, “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Gregory harrumphed and grabbed her chin, ting it upwards so she was forced to make eye contact with him. “You’ve got such a close relationship with him to the point where you call him to flirt while in the hot springs. Yet, now you’re telling me you don’t know?”
He’d heard her calling him in the pool. He carried her back to her bedroom while she gifted him ointment. How had he not realized that she was such a seductress?”
“I didn’t,” denied Anathea loudly. Anger made her face flush.
“No?” He raised an eyebrow and asked, “You didn’t do what?”
Anathea couldn’t make herself say the words. She bit her lip and refused to speak, glaring at him with teary eyes as a show of her displeasure. She had no idea that her expression made her even mere irresistible.
“Anathea, you’re doing this on purpose,” stated Gregory, his tone rowing cold. His fey glare made the hairs at the back of her neck stand on end. Suddenly, he smiled.
Before she could figure out what it meant, the hand on her shoulder slid below the water. His fingertips pushed the shawl aside and pinched her nipples,
Anathea shrieked and backed away to
ay to avoid him. Water s
splashed around her.
However, he’d predicted her next move. Gregory grabbed her ankle and yanked her back.
She fell into the water and nearly choked. “Gregory, what are you trying to do?”
He whispered against her ear and enunciated word–by–word, “I’m continuing my… examination right where I left off.”
“No!” Anathea’s eyes widened. There were people milling outside. “Stop that!”
Her protests meant nothing to Gregory, who was in the throes of rage.
“Anathea, I let you off last time. This time, there’s no way that’s happening. He controlled her movements easily and growled, “Of course, you can scream. The question is, do you have the guts to do so?”
He knew her too well. She was extremely shy. He could push her to her breaking point at the office. It would be a simple teat
here.
As the hot spring bubbled, Anathea screwed her eyes shut, unwilling to look at the evil man before her. The shadows of desire twisted her features involuntarily. She buried her face into the petals bobbing on the surface of the water so he wouldn’t see it.
Half an hour later, Gregory emerged from the water and got out.
Anathea slumped against the wall of the pool, breathing heavily. Her face was flushed bright crimson.
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She looked up at him wealdy and watched as Gregory put his robes unhurriedly. When her eyes roamed downward, her flush became even darker, and she averted her eyes inmediately.
Cibere was no way Gregory wouldn’t notice what she’d seen. However, his expression didn’t change in the slightest as he said roldly, “What, would you like me to contine putting you in your are here?”
He shouldn’t have paid any attention to the people cutside and let her escape before they reached last base.
Anathea immediately ducked into the water.
Gregory recalled how she seemed as though she’d lost her soul in the office and huffed scomfully. He took all his belongings and went to the shower area, adjusting the water temperature as low as it could go.
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