Chapter 6 I Think It's Dirty

Sally's heart was thumped hard.

Harold was so smart that he might see through that she was not the real Sophie of the Su Family.

Sophie had been raised up in the Su Family and was an elegant lady cultivated from an early age.

However, Sally was abandoned and exiled out of the village by accident. She was just a poor and wild girl in the countryside.

No matter how similar a person's image was, his temperament could not be imitated.

"For the past year, we have been sleeping in separate rooms without interfering with each other. Now you want me to move in. What do you mean?"

Sally forced herself to calm down and didn't dare to look into his eyes.

The meaning of her words was obvious.

Why did she become a shrew shouting woman regardless of her image now? It was because of anger!

Hearing this, there was something of smile on the corner of Harold's mouth, but it was obvious that he was mocking.

"Who said I want to sleep with you?"

what?

Sally raised her head in surprise. They were not roommates.

Then why did he order the servants to do with so many bags?

"Listen! Help Mrs. Sophie move the things in."

Taking a disdainful look at her, Harold turned his body and asked the servant to put in all the sheets, quilts and even clothes of Sophie.

Sally wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought. She pursed her lips and said nothing.

Well, this was his place. He could put it anywhere he liked.

After all the luggages were piled up in the room, Harold looked at Sally, who was standing at the door. Seeing her drooping eyes and trembling eyelashes, Harold swallowed hard.

"Since you are so eager to sleep in my room again and again, I will fulfill your wish."

Fulfill her wish?

Sally looked at Harold in surprise. When her eyes met his dark eyes, her heart thumped.

Harold raised his chin.

Ignoring her astonishment, he announced.

"From now on, this room belongs to Mrs. Sophie. Besides, I'll buy all the things in my new room. I don't want all the things here."

Then, he turned to look at Sally.

His face was still cold and elegant as usual, decisive and domineering when he gave orders.

But Sally's chest heaved and her anger rose.

What was this look and attitude?

He abandoned her in disgust, as if she cared about him!

"Since Mr. Harold doesn't want it, throw away all the things here."

"I don't want it either!

And remember to disinfect the room with disinfectant." Sally glared at Harold and gnashed her teeth, "I think it's dirty!"

After saying that, Sally turned around and went back to her room in a huff.

Sally walked to the window and pulled down the curtain to hide in the balcony.

Why did Mrs. Sophie get so angry with Mr. Harold?

The servant saw that Sally hid behind the curtain and didn't want to come out. She hesitated and looked at Harold, but he looked... He had no temper!

"Mr. Harold, should..."

"Sophie said throw them all away."

"Yes, sir."

After saying that, Harold turned around and left.

The servants in the room were busy in an orderly way.

"Remember to call me if you see a necklace when you clean up the room." Sophie opened the curtain and poked her head out.

"Okay, Mrs. Sophie."

It was already evening when the room was ready.

After the servant disinfected the wound, Sally couldn't help asking.

"Have you seen a silver necklace?"

"No." The servant shook her head.

Not to mention the necklace, she didn't even see the wedding ring of Harold and Sophie. At this time, there was nothing about Harold in the room.

Her heart sank and she seemed to have lost all her strength.

How could it be?

Then where did she leave it?

Sally was so upset that she didn't eat anything. After the servants left, she fell asleep.

It was quiet at dead of night.

When Sally was asleep, she suddenly heard a sound of unlocking the door.

Who was there?!

Sally was so frightened that she sat up immediately.

She was in the room of Harold. Who dared to open the door in the middle of the night?

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the door opened.

On the alert, Sally covered the quilt and saw a tall and straight figure at the door, followed by a pungent smell of alcohol.

'Harold Beigong? '

He walked briskly and reached the bedside with his long legs two or three steps. He lay down without looking and smashed his long legs on Sally's waist.

Fuck!

His body sank.

Sally's face turned ghastly pale. Seeing that, she was furious.

Shame on you!

In the evening, he said that she would live in this room, and at night, he just seized the opportunity to open the door and climbed up the bed.

"Are you crazy! Get out of my way! You are pressing on me! "

Sally tried to push him away, but she failed.

Sally roared and turned on the bedside lamp.

Only then did she see that Harold's face was a little flushed, and his eyes were closed. His thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, making his features more distinct.

Obviously, he had drunk too much, and the color of his lips was a little dark. At this time, he opened his mouth slightly and breathed rapidly, which was clearly a little moist and seductive.

Bang!

Sally looked away and kicked him hard on the leg in anger.

"Uh..."

Harold just snorted.

His voice was hoarse and soft, which was different from his usual indifference. At that moment, Harold's voice was soft and sexy.

"Wake up."

Hearing this unusual voice, Sally's anger was mostly gone.

The man on the bed was still sleeping soundly, and his body was very heavy.

Why was he so heavy? He didn't look fat!

Sally frowned and exerted all her strength to push his leg out!

"Ah!"

She didn't expect that with such strength, Harold turned over and was about to fall straight to the floor.

Sally quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, her heart pounding.

Fortunately, he didn't fall.

His skin was hot. When Sally lay on him, she could even hear the steady heartbeat in his chest.

Although there was a strong smell of alcohol on his body, it could not cover up the original fresh and pleasant smell.

Sally had to admit that even if this man was drunk, he could be easily forgiven by any woman.

At this time, Harold casually put his arm on the pillow, and his side face was perfect.

His drunk look made him less cold and alienated, more gentle and intoxicating.

With the burning temperature between his arms, Sally immediately sobered up and shook off his waist.

Sally curled up her legs and frowned.

"Go back to your room."

Under the gaze of Sally, a vague word came out of Harold's throat.