Village Girl is a Billionaire

Swanstrom subconsciously turned his head to look at him, only Khalid only in the lower part of the bath towel, his toned body is visible. Especially the sexy mermaid line, a drop of water slid down his mermaid line and into the bath towel he was wearing around his lower body. Swanstrom's face instantly flushed red and sheepishly averted her eyes as she asked, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"Didn't bring any clothes." Khalid took it for granted.

"I'll get it......," Swanstrom said, not wanting to lock eyes with Khalid and lifting his foot to go to the door.

But the next moment she was swept up in Khalid's arms.

The heat from his body was instantly pressed against her back, a searing, ambiguous temperature.

Swanstrom's head exploded with a "boom--" and reflexively pushed Khalid away, jumping far away, wrapping his arms around himself and looking at Khalid in horror. "What are you doing?!"

Khalid look a meal, he just anxious, pulled her into the arms, there is no other idea.

Just so a hug, he felt her thin waist in the end how thin, so the body so easy to take a cold shower to go down the temperature came up again.

He said annoyed, "What can I do? I'm just stopping you, don't think too much about it."

Swanstrom gave Khalid a suspicious sweep and asked, "What are you stopping me for?"

"They're not coming that fast, so go into the bedroom and I'll see who it is." Khalid said, side stepping in the direction of the bedroom, gesturing for her to hide inside. Swanstrom paused, nodded, and raised his feet to walk quickly into the bedroom.

The bedroom still smells like the residual body wash from Khalid's shower.

She couldn't help but have Khalid's face in her head.

But the next instant, Swanstrom shook his head vigorously, shaking off all the things that were not clear in his mind.

Now is not the time to think about that.

She gently leaned over the door and listened to the movement outside.

All she heard was Khalid pulling open the door and asking coldly, "What can I do for you at this late hour?"

Swanstrom's nerves are shot, and it's really not Khalid's guy!

Luckily Khalid had an extra eye, otherwise things might have been exposed.

Swanstrom breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice of a low, muffled, middle-aged man.

"I just came to see if you've had too much to drink and to bring you an antidote."

"No, I'm not drunk, I have important things to do, don't bother me again."

Khalid's voice was cold and without any ups and downs.

But what he said was enough to misunderstand everything.

"Yes, yes! I won't disturb your rest, so I'll go rest too." The man's voice carried a distinct smile.

Swanstrom then heard the door slam.

She waited two seconds before walking out and inquiring in a whisper, "Who is it?"

"The guy who does the process design works with your company a lot. This guy would be the one who arranged for you to come over with your dad." Khalid said, glancing at her and asking, "Are you okay?" "What?" Swanstrom didn't know what he was asking and looked puzzled.

Khalid's thin lips opened and closed, and after repeating twice, he coughed dryly and said, "Being arranged by your own father for this kind of bureau, I ask you if it's hard to be upset." Stupid girl, you have to ask him to make it so clear!

"Not sad." Swanstrom shook his head and said with an indifferent look, "He was already this kind of person, I saw through it a long time ago."

Khalid grunted and laughed, clearly not believing her words.

He shook the ball of paper in his hand and said, "No sad why do you want to test this?"

"......"

"Swanstrom, in front of me, you do not need to pretend how powerful you are Khalid said, suddenly realized that what he said a little too much unlike him, and hastily added: "In front of me, you Pretend also in vain, no one's disguise can escape my eyes. So, you'd better save your breath."

Swanstrom was a little touched by Khalid just now, and now his expression is one of indifference: "Thank you for helping me, but I'm really not upset." She never tells anyone about her vulnerability.

Khalid gave her a deep look, and some inexplicable chagrin arose in his heart.

He was about to speak when there was another knock on the door of the room.

"Shh." Khalid made a silent gesture.

Swanstrom would agree and ducked into the bedroom again.

But no sooner had she entered than she heard Khalid say, "Come out, one of your own."

Swanstrom hurriedly pushed the

door back into the living room, only

to see the man in glasses she had seen before at June's house standing in the living room, holding a tissue wrapped in Morgan's hair.

Otis didn't think much of it and put the paper ball in his pocket, then his eyes fell on Swanstrom, his eyes lingered for a few seconds, then he looked at Khalid, who was wearing only a towel, and a few moments of surprise grew in his eyes.

"What are you guys doing here ......?"

"A little personal business that needs to be hidden from some people."

"Then it looks like it's the young lady who needs a DNA test." Otis held out his hand toward Swanstrom: "I need one of your hairs, too." Swanstrom immediately pulled off a strand of his own hair and handed it to Otis.

Otis drew a piece of paper and wrapped it around his hair, then he looked to Khalid and said, "Watch yourselves." Then he left.

Swanstrom was finally relieved that Morgan was so unlike his own father.

Khalid looked over at a relieved Swanstrom and frowned, "Why are you getting red in the face?"

Swanstrom shook her head, she just felt a little hot, no other problems.

Khalid thought she might have a fever and went to feel Swanstrom's forehead, which was indeed a little warm.

Swanstrom, however, felt comfortable and cold after Khalid touched her, and couldn't resist embracing him as her consciousness began to blur.