Richard dealt with some emails until late in the night. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and turned off the computer.
Just as he lifted the quilt and got in bed, he caught sight of Miranda coming out of the bathroom. Her wavy hair was against her back, and she seemed to be in a good mood.
After taking a shower, the pores all over her body opened up, revealing her fair and tender skin, which was as smooth as an egg with its shell peeled off. Her beautiful toes were shrunk in the cotton slippers, looking beautiful and delicious.
At the sight of her delicate collarbone exposed from her nightgown, Richard suddenly remembered the first night that they spent together in this room. Despite the air conditioner being turned on, he felt rather hot. His heart filled with lust for her that neither could grow nor extinguish.
The woman stood there without doing anything. Yet, she could easily disrupt his thoughts. That was something that had never happened to him before.
Richard even suspected that either Miranda was deliberately seducing him by wearing such a low-neckline nightdress or that there was some kind of illegal drug left in his body.
Miranda did not notice the man, who was sitting on the bed, had his thoughts going wild while staring at her.
After a while, she switched off the light and lay flat on the bed. Suddenly, he went on top of Miranda found her lips accurately, and lowered his head to kiss them.
Miranda, who was caught off guard by the kiss, was momentarily stunned. With the gleam of the moonlight, she stared wide-eyed at the man on top of her, utterly perplexed.
"What are you doing?" She pushed the man, trying to get up.
However, the man grabbed her hand tightly and lowered his body again.
"Shhh! Mother...." He whispered.
Miranda furrowed her brows before she nodded her head. She bit her lips when Richard buried his head on her neck, kissed and bit it gently while his hands were caressing the side of her stomach and her waist. The grip of his hands was tightening around her even more as he was trying to bury her in his body. As his warm breath puffed on her skin, could not help but moan.
Just then, Miranda vaguely heard voices from outside the door. "Ms. Fuller, shall we go back to sleep?"
"Okay." Miley seemed to be in a good mood. Her voice sounded as if she was smiling as she said, "Tell the housekeepers not to wake Richard and Miranda up early tomorrow."
As the footsteps outside the door gradually faded, Richard released Miranda and sat on the other side of the bed, gloomy.
Miranda, who was speechless, pulled the nightgown strap under her shoulder.
"What's with the reaction? Why do you look so disgusted?" Richard snapped.
"I am not..." She replied.
He raised an eyebrow, gazing straight at her until she started to squirm from uneasiness. Chuckling, he flicked her forehead.
Rubbing her forehead and looking up at him, his dark, soulful eyes froze her in place.
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A few housekeepers were busy with work in the ground-floor living room. Upon seeing Miranda come downstairs, they greeted her.
While eating her sandwich, Miranda checked the family members' whereabouts with the housekeeper. Richard had left for work in the company early that morning, while Miley went to the hospital for a health checkup.
Thus, all who were left in the house were Nicole, herself, and the housekeepers.
Right after the housekeeper answered Miranda's questions, another housekeeper working outside seemed to require some help, so the housekeeper was called outside.
After Genevieve finished her sandwich, she brought the plate to the kitchen on her own, seeing that no other housekeeper was in the house. Because she had her back to the door, she didn't notice someone entering the kitchen.
It wasn't until she turned around that she realized Nicole was standing behind her. Nicole staggered backwards and fell onto the ground as if being pushed.
With a loud thud, the kettle she was holding crashed onto the floor as well, the hot water in it splattering on Nicole's exposed arm.
Meanwhile, Miranda took a few steps back in confusion but the latter had closed in on her and poured the boiling water from the kettle onto her dress.
"Aaah!" Nicole wailed in agony, her arm shaking.
A few housekeepers hurried over. Upon laying eyes on the sight in the kitchen, they were so frightened that none of them knew what to do.
One of the housekeepers rushed to call the doctor. Just when the other two were about to help Nicole, a tall figure marched over to her while pushing the housekeepers aside.
"Richard, It hurts." Nicole cried.
Richard entered the pantry with haste and bent down to carefully lift. She rested her arm over his neck naturally as she said in a painful voice, "It hurts…"
Richard carried her away from the kitchen. The housekeepers followed behind him without delay.
Forcing herself, Miranda took steps to reach their room. With reddened eyes, she sat down on the couch. The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she got. It was not long before her tears started rolling down.