"Fill up the bath for him?"
Sky turned around, his small face filled with astonishment.
Why would he make such a request?
And he even asked him to go upstairs.
Uncle Mark had said that upstairs was Dray's private domain, and he was not allowed to step foot there.
He even reminded him several times before leaving, telling him not to break the rules.
But Dray didn't give Sky a chance to think.
By the time he realized it, Dray had already disappeared.
The spacious living room was left with only him.
Sky looked up at the winding staircase that led to the second floor.
He gritted his teeth and followed him up.
"Knock knock - Mr. Li, I'm coming in."
Sky knocked on the door and entered the master bedroom on the second floor.
It was a very uniquely decorated and spacious bedroom.
The inside was filled with oppressive black, and all the soft furnishings and furniture in the room were in shades of black.
Low-key and dull.
The bedroom was large and divided into multiple areas.
Sky pushed the door open and caught a glimpse of Dray standing by the bed, leisurely removing his belt.
He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look around.
He focused on his breathing and silently walked into the bathroom at the other end.
Sky planned to quickly adjust the water temperature for him, fill up the bath, and then leave.
He was crouching by the bathtub, filling it with water, lost in thought.
How did things end up like this?
He not only married Dray for money, but now he was helping him fill the bathtub.
But he was too afraid to disobey Dray's orders.
Sky was genuinely scared of that man.
He couldn't explain why.
Especially when his deep, dark eyes were fixed on him, cold and eerie, his heart would inexplicably tighten.
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly, a low, indifferent voice mixed with a hint of displeasure came from behind him.
Dray had appeared by his side without him noticing.
"Ah, I...," Sky quickly snapped out of his thoughts, only to realize that the water in the bathtub was about to overflow.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
Sky immediately stood up and reached out to turn off the faucet on the side of the bathtub.
But whether it was because of excessive fear or because he had been crouching for too long, his legs suddenly went numb.
As he bent down and reached out, he felt his legs give way.
His petite body was about to fall into the water, and Sky let out a soft scream in fear.
In the nick of time, a broad and slender hand reached under his waist and pulled him up.
Then, a sudden force tightened around his waist, pulling him back.
He crashed straight into a warm and broad embrace.
At this moment, Sky was like a frightened little cat, his eyes closed tightly with water droplets, and his eyelashes trembling slightly.
He looked both pitiful and helpless, tightly curled up in the man's broad embrace.
Draylowered his gaze and saw Sky in such a seductive yet unaware and fragile posture.
Sky...this man, he really wouldn't let go of any opportunity to seduce a man.
Dark flames flickered in Dray's pitch-black cold pupils.
"Let go."
His eyes darkened fiercely, and he pushed him away mercilessly.
Suddenly pushed away by the man, Sky snapped out of his frightened state!
He supported his unbalanced body in a panic, and his watery eyes became clearer after seeing the situation in front of him.
The man in front of him was naked, with only a loosely tied white bath towel around his waist.
He still had some water droplets on him, which he had just brought from his face.
The transparent water droplets rolled down his strong and tough chest, then crossed his well-defined abdominal muscles, and finally disappeared under the mermaid line at his waist...
Seeing this scene, Sky pursed his lips with difficulty.
The person he had hugged tightly just now in panic turned out to be Dray.
And his face was pressed against his supple and hot chest.
"Sorry... I didn't mean to... I really didn't know it was you..." Sky could only bow his head and apologize to him in a panic.
He didn't realize it was Dray he had hugged just now. If he had known, he would have stayed far away, even if it meant falling into the bathtub instead of hugging him.
"Heh, you didn't know..." Dray's lips curled up in a mocking smile, and a cold laugh escaped from the depths of his throat.
He looked down at him and said, "Sky, do you think I'm a fool?"
There were only the two of them in this apartment.
Sky actually said he didn't know it was him.
Sky fell silent for a few seconds, instantly understanding the mockery in Dray's words.
He didn't know how to explain herself.
Or rather, he knew how to explain herself, but he was too flustered to articulate his words.
But he also knew that he probably wouldn't believe his explanation.
So he decided not to explain.
As he watched the small man in front of him gradually lower his head, his soft eyebrows and eyes trembled slightly, and his small hands were tightly clenched in front of him.
He no longer spoke to explain anything, and his expression gradually returned to its original cautiousness.
As if he was afraid of offending him with even one more word.
Dray raised an eyebrow, and his face gradually darkened.
"Get out of here," he said, his voice low and restrained, as if holding back something.
"And don't come upstairs again."
Sky felt like he had been granted a reprieve and quickly made his way down to his room.
Once he had locked the door and sat on the edge of the bed, he gasped for air, his heart pounding in his chest.
He couldn't help but recall what had just happened.
If he wasn't mistaken, there was a faded bite mark on Dray's right shoulder.
That mark...
He remembered the night at the Nightshade Club a week ago, when he had bitten down on that same spot on that man's shoulder when he couldn't control his pain.