Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 62: Torment Stage

The master’s orders were shocking, because he’d never brought anyone to the Black Thorn Manor before if they weren’t Doctor Shawn and his contracted women.

In fact, the truth of this manor belonging to him wasn’t known to the outside world. But all of a sudden tonight, he’d been instructed to go to the gate and let in some women.

Women!

The butler just couldn’t believe it.

The man who was awfully averse to every woman—or at least it always seemed so—was actually telling him to let some women into his home.

The butler of course couldn’t refuse orders, he went out instantly to find two ladies with bright smiles outside and he ushered them in.

From their expressions, he could tell they were thrilled to be here.

The mysterious manor in the hills, whose owner no one knew anything of except for the fact that he was filthy rich, had actually invited them over.

They must be dying of happiness right now.

Butler Jones respectfully sent the women up as he’d been instructed to do and retreated.

He didn’t know why these women were here tonight of course, but why else would a grown man like the master have two women in his bedroom this late at night?

The answer could be pretty clear to anyone.

The master who wasn’t a lustful person was suddenly like this...

Tsk, and here he was thinking a certain someone had actually struck a chord in the man’s heart. It seemed he would have to contact old master and report that his previous information was indeed wrong and he’d jumped into a conclusion in a hurry because...

"Out! I said GET OUT!!!"

Before the butler could even complete his train of thought, this roar had sounded from the room.

Despite being downstairs, the butler had to cover his ears at that thunderous roar.

Without a single second wasted, the women scurried out of the room as if their pants were on fire.

Butler Jones clicked his tongue and sighed, then shook his head from side to side.

The master sure hadn’t changed.

He respectfully led the women out and had the driver send them off. After which, the butler contemplated for a while before going upstairs and knocking on the master bedroom.

"Master. Is there anything else you need?"

Actually, he’d just come up here sacrificing his neck to the master’s sudden rage with a desire to gossip.

Judging by how the master had just yelled at these women, he must still be simmering in rage. Yes, one should sacrifice themselves in order to get a good scoop to feed the old master.

One could call him a spy if they so wanted, but he was far too loyal to the old master.

The man had saved his life twenty years ago and he’d sworn loyalty to him, helping him raise his grandsons.

Getting no reply on the inside, the butler slowly opened the door a tiny crack to catch a glimpse of several broken perfume bottles on the floor and the master pacing in the spacious bedroom.

He muffled a laugh and slowly closed the door again.

Tsk tsk tsk, this was bad.

Whenever master starts pacing... it was hella serious.

Taking out his phone, the butler began to type up a message.

[Things are proceeding quite well, old master. Young master is currently at the tormenting stage, restlessness and everything that comes with it. And as we know, this phase doesn’t end until one admits their need for the other person, but master is incredibly stubborn. I’m starting to think it might take a lifetime before master actually admits he needs someone. He bought some perfumes today, a lot of them. I just realized they all smell like her. He’s torturing himself trying to surround himself with her smell when he could just have the woman by his side. Should we make our big move now? I feel like now’s the perfect time.]

After sending this message, Butler Jones waited for about ten minutes before he finally got a reply.

The old master, like some youngster, actually sent in some laughing emojis.

[Haha! That little punk, we’ve got him right where we want him. I would especially love to watch him go through that torment stage. But now is not the time for our big move, let’s wait for the perfect timing. For now, I have a little idea...]

Butler Jones read the rest of the message, getting a hint of the idea the old man was cooking and laughed to himself.

What to do? Sometimes fate was late at doing its job, and the humans would have to kick it in the right direction.

Meanwhile, inside the master bedroom, Andrew was fuming.

Gabriel Sterling, that annoying bastard!

One time back, the bastard Gabriel had taken both Andrew and Donald to a bustling club uptown, telling them to celebrate him finally opening his club.

It was the last place Andrew had wanted to be, but he’d actually given in and stayed because that kid Donald had looked eager to stay, and Andrew didn’t want to imagine what the reckless youth would get himself into if he left him there alone, so he’d stayed.

To think there had been a special section where women were tiered and taken for the night. Of course, Andrew hadn’t been interested in that part of the club then. However, tonight after trying with the perfumes and they still didn’t work, he’d thought that perhaps it wasn’t the smell but having a woman next to him. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Thinking about it, he’d never actually let any woman sleep overnight in his bed. He’d send them out the minute he was done with them. The only exception had been that night with Anne, and it was only because for some reason he’d lost his senses.

With that conclusion, he’d called up his darned elder brother and asked him to send a girl to his manor. The bastard volunteered to send two of his highest tiered girls, which Andrew didn’t care about, but who would have thought not only would he not even get the single hint of sleep but that the two girls would try to touch and seduce him.

He could still taste the disgust he’d felt when one had actually put her hand on him. He’d instantly felt angrier than he was feeling earlier and tossed them out.

How dare Gabriel send him slutty girls who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves?