President's Naughty Sweetheart
Chapter 41: Giving her gifts
When she woke up the next morning, Ella couldn't help screaming at the sight of a man in the room. But on hearing her hoarse voice, she immediately covered her mouth in embarrassment.
Wearing a bathrobe, Aiden seemed to have just had a shower. He said sarcastically with obvious disdain in his black eyes, "Why are you crying again in the early morning?
Didn't you cry enough last night? All the servants did not sleep well because of your noise..." After casting her a flirtatious glance, he walked towards the cloakroom.
At the moment, she was left alone in the spacious bedroom. She stood up and noticed the revealing nightdress she was wearing. 'She knew it was not her clothes!'
She wondered whether it was the clothes another woman left there. Cringing at the thought, she took the dress off at once and threw it on the carpet.
Her fair smooth skin, if not covered with teeth marks, should have been perfectly beautiful. The previous teeth marks had disappeared, thanks to the imported ointment the housekeeper gave her.
The housekeeper told her then, "This is the ointment for you from Mr. Aiden. He said he disliked scars."
So she accepted the ointment for fear that the embarrassing teeth marks would remain. Her skin recovered within just two days.
But now the marks all over her body really bothered her...
"Are you satisfied with the marks I've left on you?" Aiden was now back in the bedroom with his trousers on. He was buttoning his shirt, admiring Ella's body blatantly.
Frightened at his sudden appearance, she immediately hid beneath the quilt, showing only half her head. She asked timidly, "Last night...How did I come back?"
She didn't remember anything...
But now she affirmed one thing. Her sex dream last night was real.
sore body was the
minutes. 1,000 deduction from your salary for each extra minute. Don't doubt my words. I'm not joking with you. Start timing now..." He
of 1,000 for each minute..." she murmured, getting up hurriedly. She grabbed the shirt Aiden had dropped
wore last night had
bedroom she had to pass the cloakroom. Ella meant to go out ignoring him, but Aiden stopped
around, revealing her long white legs. Having a look at him, she opened the wardrobe next to him. There were really a row of
old clothes were interspersed with a pile of new clothes, at least a hundred. The servant had distinguished her
stunned and motionless, Aiden looked at his designer watch, kindly reminding her, "Five minutes have
clothes swiftly. She even broke her record of getting dressed. It took her only one minute to put on the clothes,
remembered her unparalleled beauty last night, which was enough to worry him. Striding into
I
point! Anyway you are ugly whether you wear
she was ugly?' She was astounded! Even if she was not extraordinarily beautiful, she grew up with compliments on her beauty or loveliness
her out of the bedroom with a sullen face. Aiden held her heels in the hand, with his suit on
When they went downstairs passing through the living room, several middle-aged maids
into the co-pilot, together with her heels, closing the door for her and going
seconds his Maybach drove
"What do you want for breakfast?
looked at him angrily. 'She had to follow him in a rush just because
said, "Mr. Hill, if you hurry to attend the meeting, you can go first. But why do you bring
the past. He said coldly, "If I hadn't come to the company for you first when I came back, you would
nor returned
asked awkwardly, "What exactly do you
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