Chapter 3 Go buy some more women's clothes.

He threw her one of his shirts, opened it in the closet, and got clothes to wear.

Kristal Holmes turned her back to him and put on a comprehensive and long shirt. Wearing her could ultimately become a dress.

Roy Dixon watched her put on his shirt, revealing smooth, straight legs, his eyes darkening.

Kristal Holmes looked at him with burning eyes, jumped up, and stammered, "I, I went down first!"

Roy Dixon looked at her. His already white face became paler, his forehead was wrinkled, and his eyes were weak and afraid. He suddenly softened, instructing the housekeeper, Codatorta: "Go buy some more women's clothes." Kristal Holmes breathed. She was terrified he would come again, the pain still lingered in her body, and the hunger was so long that she couldn't stand it.

Roy Dixon sent his maid to bring her a cup of hot milk. Kristal Holmes finished the glass of milk, feeling much better.

Right after Codatorta brought her clothes, Kristal Holmes bowed her head to receive clothes from Roy Dixon's hand. There were many types, from underwear to nightwear to everyday wear.

Her little face was slightly red. She lowered her head to cut the clothes tag, ready to hang it up.

This is Roy Dixon's room. His wardrobe is so tall, Kristal Holmes can't reach it, has to jump to hang up the clothes, the result is not stable, almost fell.

Roy Dixon quickly helped her up. Kristal Holmes couldn't stand up, lay on top of him, and skeptically said: "Wow, why doesn't it hurt?"

"You pressed on me, of course, it didn't hurt."

From the top of her head came a cold voice. Kristal Holmes suddenly turned around, hurriedly crawled up, stood up, and suddenly felt pain in her skin and skull.

"...!" Kristal Holmes was in so much pain that she cried out. She searched for the culprit. It turned out that the diamond caught her hair on his belt.

His back, groping for a long time, still couldn't get her hair out. Roy Dixon wanted to look but couldn't help it, gritted his teeth, and said: "Where did you touch me?"

Kristal Holmes started and opened her eyes, her hands lying under his belt, feeling her palms getting hotter and hotter, her face also turning red. Could she stay in this position? Kristal Holmes gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and tried to untie her belt. But how is the belt unfastened?

Roy Dixon's face was not natural. His voice was cold: "No!"

Kristal Holmes, perplexed, had to follow his belt as he lifted it. Roy Dixon stared at her, his dark eyes deepening.

After a long time, she still hadn't finished. Her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, her face was red with shame, her body was hot, and her forehead was covered in sweat.

"Kristal Holmes, are you doing this on purpose?" Roy Dixon's body was made hot by her. He pushed her hand away. His handsome face was angry about finding and seeing her, and he felt like that again. He would lose control. Eventually, he also untied his belt, and he removed Kristal Holmes' hair from his belt. She immediately stood up.

"Sorry, this was unintentional. I didn't mean it," Kristal Holmes repeatedly waved his hand, apologizing to him.

Roy Dixon did not have time to pay attention to her, quickly fastened his belt and looked up to see Kristal Holmes staring at his belt.

"Have you seen enough?" Roy Dixon angrily said every word. This girl did it on purpose.

"I, I'm coming down to eat!" She looked at Roy Dixon's face so unsightly, so scared that she hurriedly put on her nightgown, forgot her sore leg, and ran out of the room.

Kristal Holmes hurried to the kitchen and took a glass of cold water. Once it had cooled down completely, she turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face, but her face grew hotter. In her mind full of shame from earlier, Kristal Holmes held her chest with her hand, trying to calm her beating heart.

She planned to treat herself to a meal to calm her nerves for a while.

Kristal Holmes searched the kitchen, where, in addition to the beautiful fresh ingredients, there was also a ready meal prepared for a sumptuous dinner in the microwave. This was probably the supper the housekeeper had prepared for Roy Dixon. He was just as angry if she ate all of his food as hers, too, afraid he'd cut her in half. Kristal Holmes sighed because it was late at night. Kristal Holmes was too lazy to arrange and cook. She checked to see if there was any instant food in the fridge, just in time to see a gato cake, so she took it out. In the colored clay pot, purple still on some chicken soup she had just cooked this afternoon, she brought gato cake with chicken soup.