"Uncle Bailey, you've gone too far." Anna Jadwin wept, "If you wanted my clothes, you could have just asked me to take them off and send them over. Why make me come here, strip, and then go back naked?"
"..."
How could Wayne Bailey be sure that her scent would definitely work on Ivy Bailey? She had to try it herself.
"Walking out of your room dressed like this, what will the servants think of me?" Anna Jadwin's eyes were blurred with tears, "You wouldn't want everyone to think you're a pedophile, would you?"
Wayne Bailey pressed the intercom and instructed Wilfred to fetch her clothes.
"I'm very tired, I want to sleep right now..." Anna Jadwin didn't care about anything else, she climbed into bed and wouldn't let go of Ivy Bailey.
Wayne Bailey put down the phone and stood coldly by the bed, "You're sleeping in a stranger's bed, a grown man's at that. Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you?"
Threat!
"Uncle, I haven't ** yet... In front of Ivy Bailey, you wouldn't dare."
