Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love

Richard Scott's eyes darkened.

As Abby Miller looked into his deep eyes, her heart was beating like crazy.

Was he taking a shower or... "What are you doing?"

She felt that things seemed to be beyond her acceptable range and immediately tried to stand up in panic.

However, Richard Scott grabbed her waist with his large hand and pulled her down. This time, she sat more accurately on his lap.

There was a flame in his eyes, and his suppressed thoughts became more and more difficult to control.

Abby Miller's face was deathly pale. She grabbed Richard Scott's hand, which was about to reach out for her remaining clothes, and silently stopped him.

Richard Scott did not say anything. He just gently kissed her earlobe.

Abby Miller's face began to turn red. She tried her best to shrink her head, trying to avoid him.

After being successfully ambushed by Richard Scott, Abby Miller retreated in panic.

However, before she could think of a way to deal with it, Richard Scott looked at the red thread on his hand with a depressed expression.

He angrily pulled Abby Miller up and rubbed his hands hard in the water.

Abby Miller lowered her head and looked at herself. Her face turned even redder because... Her period was here!

Well, Mr. Scott, can you go to the room and get me a... sanitary towel?

She twisted her fingers and asked in embarrassment.

Richard Scott's face darkened. He snorted heavily and strode out of the bathtub.

Before Abby Miller could remind him that he had yet to wipe his body, he grabbed a bathrobe and wrapped it around his body. Then, he threw the door open and left.

There was nothing more embarrassing than this in the world!

With a red face, Abby Miller cleaned up everything in the bathroom before leaving.

When she arrived at the room, she discovered that Richard Scott has already asleep on the bed.

Abby Miller felt a little strange. Since he wanted to rest in this room, why did he ask her to take all her clothes here?

After standing there for a few seconds, she slowly turned around and tiptoed out, planning to sleep in the guest room next door.

"What do you want to do?"

Suddenly, Richard Scott's cold voice rang out behind him.

Abby Miller was shocked and quickly reached out to pat her little heart.

Wasn't he already asleep? Why was he awake again? He suddenly spoke. Didn't he know that frightening people would scare people to death?

"Nothing. I just want to go back to sleep." She explained softly.

"Didn't we agree to sleep with me? Don't disobey my orders." Richard Scott looked at her and said without any doubt.

At first, Richard Scott wanted to refuse, but she managed to hold back her words.

She did not want to know the consequences of disobeying the devil!

Abby Miller lowered her head, obediently walked to the other side of the bed, and climbed up.

As soon as she lay down, Richard Scott turned over and held her in his arms.

Abby Miller could not help but tremble slightly. She did not know what he would do next.

His warm chest exuded the aura of a man, surrounding her petite body and even breathing together.

Just now in the bathroom, the experience appears her mind.

Fortunately, her period was timely enough to save her. Otherwise, she would have had nowhere to run.

Abby Miller thought that she would be able to fall asleep very quickly this time. However, after a long time, she did not feel sleepy. Her entire body was still stiff in Richard Scott's embrace and she did not even dare turn around.

After a while, the impatient Richard Scott finally spoke, "Didn't I tell you not to be afraid of me or tremble again?"

Richard Scott wanted to cry. This was really beyond my control.

Now that she had her period, she was not particularly afraid of Richard Scott. However... Which girl could accept being held in a man's

arms so quickly?

"But I... I'm just not used to someone hugging me and sleeping." Abby Miller could only explain to him in a low voice.

"I believe you will get used to it soon."

Richard Scott's overbearing voice sounded above her head.

Abby Miller almost wanted to hit the wall, saying that she was not used to it!

Thus, she tossed and turned for a long time before finally slowly falling asleep in Richard Scott's arms.

However, not long after she fell asleep, a sharp pain in her abdomen woke her up again.

An Abby Miller opened her eyes and looked out of the window at the dark night. It was only late at night.

Wave after wave of pain hit her. She pressed her lower abdomen with one hand, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Every time she came to relatives, she would feel so much pain that she couldn't do anything. She could only lie in bed and survive this period of time.

Unwilling to wake Richard Scott up, Abby Miller bit his lip and tried hard not to make a sound, but his body couldn't help trembling.

"What's going on?"

Richard Scott moved. He was woken up by Abby Miller, who was trembling in his arms.

He turned around and asked, with a hint of sleepiness in his voice.

"I... have a stomachache." Abby Miller answered in a weak voice.

Richard Scott turned on the bedside lamp and saw that her face was sallow and her lips were bloodless. Her forehead was covered with sweat. He could not help but frown as he sat up.

"Why do I suddenly have a stomachache? Did I eat something bad?"

"No, it will hurt if I come here."

Although Abby Miller was very embarrassed, she did not want him to misunderstand and explained in a low voice.

Richard Scott pondered for a few seconds before suddenly getting up in his clothes. He opened the door and walked out. Listening to his footsteps downstairs, Abby Miller lay on the bed, puzzled.

What was he going to do?

After a while, Richard Scott pushed open the door and walked in with two cups in his hand.

One was a cup of black liquid, and the other was a glass of milk.

Richard Scott placed the milk on the head of the bed and handed over the cup of black liquid.

"There is no painkiller at home, only brown sugar ginger water."

He explained simply, but there was still no expression on his face.

Abby Miller lay under the quilt, completely stunned. She couldn't react for a moment.

"Drink this first, and then have a glass of hot milk to warm your stomach. In this way, you will be sleepier later."

It was really surprising to say such warm words with a Richard's face. Abby Miller was really flattered.

President once again changed his image in her mind.

"Is he still the cold, domineering, and sharp-tongued man?"

"So he also has such a warm and considerate side?"☐☐☐