Rebirth: Top Actress, Your Big Shot Husband is Jealous Again!-Chapter 837: If I Don’t Wear a Bathrobe, What If My Towel Falls Off Tonight?
"You go in first, I’ll take a shower in the guest room."
Bella Green blinked blankly, then quickly realized and let go of him.
"Make sure to clean yourself well."
Mason Bennett listened to the girl’s dissatisfied tone, chuckled, and then entered the guest room.
...
When he came back after showering, Bella Green was sitting on the bed holding a first aid kit. Seeing him come out in a bathrobe, she unhappily pouted.
"Hmph, just wearing a towel in front of Fiona Grantham, but now you’re covered up so tightly."
Mason Bennett sighed and sat down beside her.
"I don’t have any clothes to wear. If I don’t wear a bathrobe, what if the towel comes off at night?"
Upon hearing this, Bella Green blushed deeply and playfully glared at him.
"Shameless. You have so many clothes, why can’t you wear one of those?"
Mason Bennett frowned and said, "I don’t want them."
That place is now full of pollution for him, and there’s no way he could go back inside.
How could he possibly touch anything in there?
Bella Green naturally understood what he meant and smiled contentedly.
She then took out the medicine and applied it to Mason Bennett’s face.
He still had to work, how could he go out with a face like this? 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
Seeing his face swollen even more, Bella Green was a bit annoyed.
"Hitting yourself so hard, why not just kill yourself!" Bella Green said with a distressed tone.
Mason Bennett laughed, "If beating me to death would appease your anger, then go ahead."
Bella Green turned her head away, her face red, and mumbled softly, "Smooth talker."
"Smooth or not, you’ll know if you try it," Mason Bennett said with a laugh, and then, before Bella Green could react, he pressed his lips and tongue against hers...
...
In the pitch-black night, a bright red sports car sped down the deserted road.
The roaring was deafening, like the bellow of a beast.
In the car, Fiona Grantham felt the wind painfully scraping across her face, her face turning pale with fear.
She didn’t even dare to look at the speed Victor Bennett had driven the car to.
It was already midnight, and although there were few cars on the street, it wasn’t entirely empty.
Victor Bennett floored the accelerator several times, overtaking cars and taking sharp turns on the road.
Fiona Grantham was so scared she couldn’t help but scream, almost on the verge of tears.
"Ah, Victor, slow down a bit," she said, her voice quivering with sobs.
Victor Bennett turned a deaf ear to her.
He continued as he pleased, pushing the sports car to its limits.
It seemed as if he were on a racetrack rather than in the city.
After an unknown amount of time, the car finally came to a steady stop at the roadside.
Fiona Grantham’s face looked extremely awful as she hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt, stumbled out of the car, and rushed to the roadside to vomit violently.
Even when walking, her legs felt weak.
Fiona Grantham squatted there, and after vomiting, she broke into tears.
Her cries were loud, without any regard for being seen by others.
Victor Bennett, who had initially intended to leave directly, ultimately couldn’t go through with it upon hearing her cries.
Yet he didn’t get out of the car, simply sitting there.
After a long while, even after knowing Fiona Grantham had cried enough, Victor Bennett still didn’t get out to comfort her.
"Why... why does everyone bully me? Why?"
Fiona Grantham became even more distraught.
Why was it that even Victor was ignoring her?
A complicated look flashed in Victor Bennett’s eyes, and finally, he got out of the car.
Walking to Fiona Grantham’s side, he looked at the disheveled woman and furrowed his brow slightly.
The Fiona Grantham he knew was always so elegant and composed; when had he ever seen her like this, so utterly lacking in demeanor?
"Phoebe, you went too far today."
