Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 663 - 357 Shameful Surrender_4
Behind the cabin, there is a warm spring, steaming hot. The pool is not very large, and she can’t tell what material the stones piling up the pool are made of, only that they have been smoothed by the spring over time.
"Please wash up well, miss. The gentleman is in the room upstairs, you can go find him once you’re done," the elderly woman pointed to a large tray on the rocks with a clean white bathrobe on it.
Avery Jane looked around, "But this is outdoors."
She wasn’t an exhibitionist; she wasn’t accustomed to bathing in places like this.
"Miss can rest assured, no one comes here except for me and the gentleman," the old woman said, not even glancing at her, as if she didn’t exist, as if she was speaking to the air.
The sky gradually darkened, and the surrounding light had long since become dim and unclear.
There were no street lights in the yard, all the light was hidden along the wooden paths of the yard, and among the flowers, trees, there was a faint beautiful glow. The water in the pool steamed, carrying a unique scent.
Avery Jane thought for a moment, yes, it was sulfur. This hot spring actually had sulfuric water, something not often seen.
Sulfur wasn’t anything particularly rare, but in this city, it was unheard of.
Avery Jane took off her shoes, and her toes lightly touched the water’s surface. The warmth immediately embraced her toes, stirring a heart that had turned cold. She was very afraid of the cold, especially at times like this, more so than usual, she needed this pool of hot water to give her courage.
In the deserted yard, she gently took off her clothes, stepped into the pool, and sat on the steps. The warm water enveloped her entirely, and she involuntarily let out a soft sigh as her taut heart slowly began to relax.
Sometimes, just a wisp of wind, a leaf, a ray of light, can inexplicably stir the pain buried deep in the heart, drawing out tears of bitterness.
A woman’s loneliness is her deep feelings left unvoiced, her ineffable hardship; she can only wipe her tears in her own drama.
Avery Jane closed her eyes, thinking about everything from the past, unfolding scene by scene like a slow-motion movie. In the end, two tears quietly slid down her jade-like face, falling onto the water’s surface, as light as they were, yet with such sorrow and hopelessness.
From then on, she would say goodbye to the sunlight, living in the darkest corner of her heart alone, quietly growing old, because someone who has sold their soul is destined to never find happiness.
The light wasn’t very good, but from upstairs, he could vaguely see her captivating figure. Standing beside the window, Joshua Hughes greedily gazed at this beautiful scene, his sharp black eyes growing particularly dark.
His gaze slowly contracted, and his breathing gradually grew deeper and heavier. He knew how beautiful she was, but he never expected that every time he looked at her, he’d discover something new about her.
Like now, as she quietly cried, she looked as pitiful as a child who couldn’t find home.
The bathrobe was soft and comfortable. Avery Jane tied the belt, wore white cotton slippers, and slowly stepped forward, each step as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
In front of her was a door; outside of it, she still belonged to herself. Once she stepped inside, she didn’t know what her future would hold. She had already traded her pure soul with the devil, destined to fall into the Inferno forever.
Even though it was just one night, it would forever be an indelible mark in her life, a symbol of shame, preventing her from standing boldly in the brightest place.
Pushing open the door, the man, noble as a king, was lazily leaning against the head of the bed, looking at her with satisfaction.
"Come here..." the hoarse voice carried an irresistible command.
Her hair was damp with moisture, her slightly wet long hair spread out, making her delicate face all the more enchanting. After soaking in the hot spring, her face was unusually flushed, tempting one to take a bite.
So painful. Avery Jane felt each step was as painful as walking on the tip of a knife. From the moment she entered until she reached the bedside, it was only a few short steps, yet it took all her courage.
This woman’s arrogance was really uncomfortable, so unruly.
He would strip away this arrogance from her, he wanted her to always be like an obedient cat by his side, rather than be like a little leopard, always extending its claws to hurt people.
