Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love

Chapter 50 It Hurts So Much

By the time she regained consciousness, she was already in his arms.

Richard Scott was sitting by the bathtub while she was lying on his leg.

He held the back of her head with his right hand and held her slender shoulder with his left hand. He

bent down slightly and kissed her lips.

Abby Miller wanted to cry but had no tears. Who on earth was the one said with disdain every time that

he couldn't arouse any interest on me at all?

Mr. Scott, you're a big liar! Where's your integrity?

From a rational point of view, Abby Miller knew that she should stop this matter from going on.

Otherwise, she would be eaten today.

However, she felt as if all her strength had been drained, and even breathing was very difficult.

Richard Scott looked at Abby Miller, who was lying in his arms. The flames in his chest burned even

hotter, just as he was about to bend down and continue kissing her.

Suddenly, Abby Miller screamed.

"Ah-it hurts. It hurts so much."

The pain brought her back to her senses. She sat up and looked down at her knees, her eyes instantly

covered with a layer of mist.

The atmosphere in the bathroom was swept away.

Richard Scott cursed angrily in a low voice. Then, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths

before he bent down and carried her out of the bathroom.

He strode into Abby Miller's room, put her on the bed, and then walked out without looking back.

As soon as Abby Miller was thrown onto the bed, she immediately had goose bumps all over her body.

This man was really rude.

She muttered in her heart, pulled up the quilt on the bed, and carefully covered her body.

Unexpectedly, in less than a minute, Richard Scott came in with a medicine box in his hand.

He lifted the quilt expressionlessly, took off the gauze on her knee, and bandaged her.

Abby Miller lay naked under the quilt, and her legs were held by him. She felt very embarrassed.

She pulled the quilt with one hand and looked at the window with a slightly red face, not daring to look

at him.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott."

After binding up, Abby Miller thanked him in a low voice.

Richard Scott closed the first aid kit and looked at her with a gloomy expression. He did not speak and

walked out of the room with the first aid kit in hand.

Abby Miller finally heaved a sigh of relief. It had been too dangerous just now. The two of them had

almost...

Thinking of the scene when she was with him in the bathroom, her face turned red and almost buried

under the quilt.

At this moment, the door rang and Richard Scott walked in again.

Abby Miller was stunned and asked in confusion, "Mr. Scott, it's getting late. You should rest."

Richard Scott nodded. Before Abby Miller could react, he had already untied his bathrobe, lifted the

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"Mr. Scott, what are you doing? Your room doesn't seem to be here, right?"

Abby Miller was so scared that she almost jumped up. She remembered that she had almost fallen into

danger in the bathroom just now. For a moment, her hair was standing on end and she had forgotten

her fear of Richard Scott.

"Is he going to continue?"

Otherwise, why would he lie on her bed naked?

The more she thought about it, the more afraid she became. Her eyes widened as she curled up under

the quilt and looked at Richard Scott.

"You seem to have forgotten that the whole house is mine. I can sleep wherever I like. This is my right.

Why, do I need your permission?"

Richard Scott sneered and looked at Abby Miller, who had shrunk to the corner of the bed.

"But... where should I sleep if you sleep here?"

Abby Miller muttered with a sad face.

Yes, the whole room was his. She had no right to drive him away, but... "I'm a patient now. Does he

want me to sleep on the floor?"

"Of course it's here."

Richard Scott stretched out his arm and pulled Abby Miller into his embrace.

He put an arm under her neck, held her with both hands, and wrapped his long legs tightly around her

legs. He held her in his arms like a tree bag bear, and his whole body was on top of her.

When the memories of the bathroom appeared again in front of her eyes, she almost burst into tears.

Who knew if Richard Scott would become a beast and eat her up after hugging her all night?

"Mr. Scott, I can sleep on the sofa."

Abby Miller was pressed against his chest, making a muffled sound.

"Abby Miller, even you are mine. Do whatever I ask you to do. Try resisting again. Believe it or not, I'll

make love with you now."

Richard Scott's impatient voice came from above her head, full of coldness.

"I'm a person. I should have at least some human rights, right?"

Abby Miller twisted in his arms and asked unconvinced.

"Human rights? You're my exclusive item. What kind of human rights do you?"

Richard Scott pursed his thin lips and said mockingly.

Abby Miller buried her head in his chest and stopped talking.

Every time, as long as he treated her a little better, she would forget her identity.

"Why don't you have a good memory?"

Was it just that she could not accept the fact that she had bought her as an item?

Abby Miller had thought that she would definitely lose sleep if he held her in his arms without putting on

any clothes.

Unexpectedly, just like usual, she soon fell asleep.

When she woke up the next day, Abby Miller put on her school uniform and was ready to go to school

for class after breakfast.

"You're not allowed to go anywhere today. You can rest at home."

Richard Scott sat at the dining table and said without looking up.

"But, I still have to go to class." Abby Miller looked at him helplessly.

"I've asked for leave for you. Don't go out before you recover."

Richard Scott put down the tableware and wiped his mouth. His tone was unquestionable.

"But it's really boring to stay at home all day."

Abby Miller pouted and fiddled with the fried eggs on the plate with her chopsticks in boredom.

Richard Scott raised his head and looked at her with a deep gaze. She no longer spoke.

After breakfast, Abby Miller saw Mr. Scott, who was already dressed in a suit, suddenly walk up to her

and bend down to pick her up.