Chapter 5 Behave Well, And I'll Take You Out For Some Real Fun

Why all the commotion? She was playing the part of someone with mental challenges, wasn't she?

Helena tilted her head and flashed Charlie a beaming smile as she chirped, "Fun, fun."

Aware of Charlie's obsession with cleanliness, Jace didn't waste a moment. He summoned a maid urgently, saying, "Quickly, take her to clean her hands."

A maid, clearly anxious, approached to guide Helena.

Reacting to Charlie's stern look, Helena pretended to be terrified and gently tugged at his sleeve, trying to calm him.

"Get away from me!" Charlie exclaimed sharply.

Taken aback, Helena's face fell into a pout of hurt.

As the maid reached to escort her away, Charlie abruptly leaned over, lifted Helena in his arms, and carried her inside the house, leaving everyone outside in a state of confusion.

Inside the bathroom, Charlie questioned her as he set her down by the sink, "Do you even know how to wash up?"

Helena latched onto the notion of washing.

She clumsily scooped water from under the tap and, ignoring the mud, tried to rub it onto Charlie.

Charlie recoiled as the muddy hands neared him, seizing her wrist with a stern, low threat. "Do you really want to make me angry?"

Helena grimaced, tears starting to form in her eyes.

The maid hastily explained, "Mr. Wallace, she misunderstood. She probably thought you were asking for her help in washing."

With tears cascading down her cheeks, Helena wept, garnering pity from even the maid.

Her eyelashes fluttered down, briefly concealing a glint of coldness in her eyes.

The sight of her grimy fingernails gave Charlie an immediate headache.

Finally, unable to tolerate it any further, he passed her to the maid and walked away.

As she cleaned Helena's hands, the maid gently suggested, "You know, Mr. Wallace can't stand germs. Try not to touch him next time-especially not with muddy hands, or it might really upset him."

Helena scoffed quietly to herself. Touch him? As if she would want to.

Considering his likely frequent visits to dubious clubs and his audacity to take her to bed the night they first met, could he even be considered decent?

She hadn't yet made a single complaint about him touching her and how much that upset her!

After drying Helena's hands, the maid guided her back to the living room.

Jace was still briefing Charlie.

"Mr. Wallace is tied up at the moment. Why don't you head upstairs and play for a bit?" the maid said gently.

As Helena began ascending the stairs, Charlie's commanding tone halted her. "Bring her here."

The request rang in her ears like a summons to the principal's office.

With uneasy steps, Helena approached him, nervously twisting her fingers while avoiding his eyes.

Charlie drew her down beside him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He eyed her soiled dress with displeasure. "Next time, make sure you're cleaned up before I get here. Understand?"

Helena squirmed uncomfortably at his words.

Why should she tidy herself up just for him? To be ready for him to take her to bed again? What the hell? Did he intend to sleep with her again?

The mere thought tightened a knot in her stomach.

She bowed her head, catching sight of the intricate Henna tattoo on the back of his hand, which only heightened her discomfort.

With a firm grip, Charlie tilted her face up to lock eyes with him. "Behave well, and I'll take you out for some real fun."

She didn't want to go out with him at all!

Helena's heart raced, memories of their last encounter flooded back; she had narrowly avoided a pregnancy.

But what if she did conceive? The possibility of it happening terrified her.

She knew she must escape soon; she had urgent matters to attend to and couldn't afford to waste time here.

Charlie held her close, gesturing for Jace to proceed.

"About those changes to the maritime trade tariffs, the presidential office wants to discuss them with you."

While playing with Helena's curls, Charlie responded with a lazy arrogance, "Tell them to wait. I'm busy right now."

"Very well," Jace responded. "There's a gala being organized by Gust Group tonight. You've been invited, Mr. Wallace."

Helena's attention sharpened at this news.

If Charlie planned to leave the villa this evening, it might be her opportunity to slip away.

She watched his lips move, barely breathing, silently pleading for him to accept.

Her entire escape plan hinged on his decision, after all!