A Wild and Hot Cutie

"Ann, open the door for me. What kind of wolfhound is it?" Alisa will not let it go. She insists to open the door. Ann's face is flustered. The more flustered she is, the more curious Alisa is.

"This, Miss Alisa, I'm afraid not..." Ann says with fear.

Alisa's face is colder and her attitude is firmer. The more secretive it is, the more it makes her feel like strange.

Is there something hidden in this?

"OK, if you don't open it, I will do it myself."

Alisa steps back, grabs a chair and smashes it at the door lock.

Ann's face is scared, so she comes to stop Alisa immediately. "OK, Miss Alisa, I'll open for you!"

Alas, why is Alisa so impatient and impulsive?

Alisa takes a step back. Ann takes out the key and trembles to open the door.

"Miss Alisa, if Davis blames me, you have to help me!"

Alisa glances at Ann and nods.

The door opens and Alisa looks inside.

She doesn't know when the bedding in the room has been removed. There is only a huge iron cage.

The cage is covered with blue oilpaper cloth. She can't see the contents clearly.

"Miss Alisa, have you seen it? It's really just a wolfhound." Ann says with fear.

Alisa takes a quiet look, and she steps back.

"Close the door!"

"OK!" Ann locks the door of the guest room again quickly.

Davis comes back late with a smell of wine on his body in the evening, and his clothes are wrinkled.

Meanwhile, Alisa has finished her dinner and is sitting on the sofa watching TV.

She is a little absent-minded and changing the stage aimlessly with the remote control in her hand.

Davis takes her tiny feet, rubs them in his hands, and pulls her into his arms.

"Why don't you go to sleep?"

His logic is, lets her eat and then sleep, wake up and then eat.

Alisa raises her face and looks at him. "Did you fight with someone? What's on it?"

Davis's black eyes flash a little flustered, and then he takes off the suit like a disguise and throws it to Jordan.

"It's OK. It's just a little dust. I'll take you back to your room and go to bed!"

It's only three minutes since Davis comes in. He can't wait for Alisa to go to bed.

There is a bad feeling in Alisa's heart. Is this man hiding something from her?

She decides to be with him happily when she gets back from Thomas.

She tries to love and accepts him. They live a sweet life.

However, Alisa finds her idea a little naive.

She doesn't know why she always thinks that Davis is hiding something to her.

"I'm not sleepy. I'll sleep later!"

Whether Alisa is sleepy or not, Davis picks her up and goes upstairs.

Alisa does not move simply. She looks at him with her eyes. Davis puts Alisa on the bed and stretches his hand to cover the quilt for her.

Two people lie on the bed, four eyes are opposite. They are looking at each other. Alisa yawns finally, stretches to lie on the pillow and closes her eyes. "Well, I'm sleepy. I'm sleeping!"

Davis smiles contentedly and reaches over her long hair with the softness of his heart spreading slowly.

His mood becomes worse and worse with the passage of time.

But no matter how bad it is, he dares not to show it in front of Alisa. If he does the same as before, his state will make her uneasy.

Such a result may be more unexpected to him, so even if he is not happy, he must pretends to be more like a man at least in front of her.

Alisa curls up and her sleeping position is so cute like a kitten.

He reaches out his hand and strokes her long hair, and that beautiful thing is disappearing.

One day, she will evaporate in his world like air.

He can't help watching such a painful thing happen.

Only when Alisa is asleep, can he really release his emotions. The handsome face with smile just now looks gloomy. The thick eyebrows are wrinkled tightly, which seems to kill a row of flies. Davis gets up and walks out lightly while looking at Alisa's sweet sleep.

He turns off the light and closes the bedroom door.

He knows the time is early and he stands in the hall on the first floor, smoking a cigarette while looking at the night scene outside.

Ann's figure walks behind him quietly.

"Master, Miss Alisa went into that room today."

Davis turns to take a look at her with his eyes darkening and terrifying. "What did she see?"

"I told her, as you said, that there was a dog inside. She just looked at it and then came out."

"Tell me first if something happens later." Davis's voice is cold.

There is a delicate figure at the corner of the second floor at this moment.

Alisa holds the wall, lying on the ground, and hiding herself in the shadow carefully.

All the conversations between Ann and Davis are heard by her.

Obviously, she can hear that the iron cage in that room must not be a wolfhound.

So what is it? Alisa can't think of it. She continues to stand at the place where she is.

She is looking at Davis smoking one after another, his handsome face is covered with dark clouds, and the whole figure is wrapped in sadness, which is far away and deep, as if he lives in another dark world, where she cannot reach.

She remembers that when she meets him, he always smiles with evil, and there is no deep melancholy in his eyes.

He did not smoke like he does now in her impression.

He must have something to hide from her. What is it?

Curiosity crosses her heart like cat's claws, but she cannot help but wait quietly.

He stands at the window and smokes for more than an hour. When the clock struck twelve, he turns to the guest room on the first floor.

That room which Daniel used to live in is now empty.

The cage she saw in the daytime is so impressive. The chandelier in the living room on the first floor is still on. Alisa dares not go downstairs rashly. She knows that if she goes down like this, she will be found by Jordan or the bodyguard standing at the door. She is sure she will find another excuse to cover her up according to Davis's temperament.

She will not see everything eventually.

After waiting for a while, several bodyguards come in suddenly. They go into the guest room. Several people carry the cage out after a while and walks towards the outside.

Davis's figure comes out finally. He stops in the living room and looks at the stairway suddenly.

Alisa's heart beats faster, so she shrinks back to avoid being found by Davis quickly.

After a long time, she finds that the living room is empty when she looks out again, and Davis is not there.

Davis approaches the cage quickly in the dark basement. After a long time, he pulls the cloth off the cage.

A figure of a woman appears in sight.

"How do you feel?"

Davis asks coldly.

Jerry is wearing a blue vest and white jeans. Her hair is all over her shoulders. Her face is a little pale. She still shows a bright smile when she sees Davis.

"Davis, do you come to see me now?"

She says with such a pure and clean smile that people cannot see a shadow in it.

The cage is only one meter high. Jerry can only squat or sit in it. There is no way to stand straight.

She's been locked in by Davis for a week. She's a noble girl and she has been spoiled since she is a child. She's never been wronged like this.

But she does not show any dissatisfaction at this time.

She loves him, and she loves him so passionately, even if she dies for him.

Davis's eyes are full of darkness. "Did you poison Alisa?"

Jerry's face is innocent. "No, you wronged me. I really don't do that, Davis. Although I love you, I won't do that for love. You know, I won't do that. Davis, you know what kind of woman I am." Davis smiles grimly, and turns around suddenly. "Take her out!"

"Davis, have you believed me finally?"

Jerry's eyes are filled with tears of excitement. The inhuman treatment has tortured her to collapse in recent days.

But she still believes that as long as she doesn't tell him the truth, Davis will not be able to treat her.

Now, she finally gets what she wants.

Jordan is a little shocked, but he still takes out the key and opens the cage door.

Jerry's legs are weak, and she walks out slowly holding the iron cage. She can't straighten her legs these days.

"You are free now!"

Davis's eyes are so dark that Jerry can't see through him.

"Davis, will you take me home?"

Jerry looks at the dark basement. She can't walk by herself.

Davis reaches out his hands and picks her up.

Jerry leans his head against his chest and greedily breathes the masculine breath of his body.

Her heart is beating fiercely for him.

It is dark outside, and Davis's car drives slowly in the dark.

Jerry can't hide her excitement. She doesn't understand why Davis is so nice to her tonight.

Is he tired of Alisa?

The car stops in front of an apartment finally, and Davis takes Jerry out of the car.

Jerry lives alone. It's a rare for Davis to send her.

She refuses to leave deliberately. "Davis, I sprained my foot. Can you send me up?"

Davis has an evil smile on his face.

"Okay! I think so as well."

He stoops to pick her up and takes her step by step into the apartment.

Jerry is flattered. She puts her arms around Davis's neck when she gets home. "I'll take a bath. Will you wait for me?"

Davis smiles slightly, and he looks at her with an enchanting look."OK, hurry up. Don't let me wait too long."

This obscure word has a special meaning, jerry can understand it.

Her heart beats faster and she rushes to the bathroom. Davis spreads out his hands and sits deeply on the sofa. There is a deep sense of killing in his eyes.