She tightened her grip, and the maid's face started to turn from white to red.
"Speak English."
The maid just shook her hands in protest, speaking and gesticulating unintelligibly.
Throughout, she didn't dare to resist at all, even when she started to have difficulty breathing.
Narrowing her eyes at the other woman's state, Ivana finally loosened her grip.
The maid gasped for breath, coughing and not forgetting to bow respectfully to her.
It was as if everything that had just happened was her fault.
Picking up the clothes from the floor in a panic, the maid continued to gesture and talk, pointing at the bathroom and then towards the door.
She made a tall, humanoid gesture, pulled at the collar of her clothes in the motion of tying a necktie, and then made an eating gesture.
"You mean...he...is waiting for me to have dinner?" Ivana mimicked the gestures, asking.
The maid guessed her approximate meaning, nodded, bowed again, and carrying the clothes went into the bathroom to prepare the bathwater for her.
While the maid was preparing the bath, Ivana once again surveyed her surroundings.
Everywhere her eyes could see, there were at least a dozen men in suits, all tall and trained, with wireless mics on their ears.
The massive cruise ship, devoid of any other passengers, was like Lucas Walker's private territory.
No matter the man's background, it was obvious that he was no ordinary person.
It seemed, escaping from this place would not be easy.
Knowing that panicking would be futile, Ivana decided to calm down.
By this time, the maid had prepared the bath and invited her to enter with a smile. Ivana went into the bathroom and smoothly locked the door.
Dropping the sheet from her body, she bent over to test the water temperature, and caught a glimpse of her own body in the mirror, causing her to frown again.
From her neck to her ankles, from her chest to her abdomen... her body was covered with various shades of love bites, even on her back.
Ivana merely clenched her teeth in anger.
This bastard, how long had it been since he had touched a woman!
Internally cursing, she stepped into the bathtub, unabashedly activated the bath's massage feature and closed her eyes in enjoyment.
After soaking for a while, she felt the ache in her body reduce significantly, rejuvenating her. Ivana then got up and stepped out of the bath.
Picking up the luxurious backless black dress, she searched the paper bag but astonishingly didn't find any underwear.
Pervert, he didn't even prepare underwear for her?
Just for breakfast, she had to wear a dress, and that too a backless one?
What did this guy take her for?
A sex slave?!
Exiting the bathroom, ignoring the maid's smile, Ivana walked over to the wardrobes, opened the cupboard, and slipped on a white shirt.
The maid handed her a pair of high heels.
Ivana didn't acknowledge her, took a few steps forward in her slippers, and her wet legs caused the silk long skirt to cling to her legs.
She frowned, stopped in her tracks, turned towards the maid and mimed a pair of scissors.
The maid just shook her head, either she didn't have them, or she couldn't give them to her.
Too lazy to gesture further, Ivana stopped, bent down, held the hem of the dress and it ripped right off along the seam.
She changed direction and ripped it again.
Under the maid's stunned gaze, the floor-length evening gown quickly transformed into a sleek knee-length skirt.
Ivana took a couple of steps in her slippers, and nodded her head satisfactorily.
"Hmm, this is much more comfortable!"
Watching her stride towards the door, the maid came back to her senses, leaving the torn pieces of the dress on the floor, she hurried to open the door for her.
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