Loving A STRANGER 60 Chapter 60: Do You Still Have To Work?

The man's handsome face was instantly covered with a layer of ice. He strode to the VIP elevator.

Hey... What's the problem? She had simply spoken the truth, so why was he angry?

At the last moment, before the elevator door could close, she managed to squeeze in. Kylie felt that she had no pride in front of Ethan.

She was a haughty person, so she should turn to leave.

But when she saw that the man was pressing the elevator b.u.t.ton, she finally found the answer.

He was such a haughty man, so that, in comparison, she was not very haughty at all.

She thought that he was going to go back to the room and sulk. But who could have known—he actually pressed the b.u.t.ton for the first floor, and accompanied her on a walk?

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Kylie was lying on the bed, watching him focus on his doc.u.ments.

"Do you still have to work?"

"I can't indulge myself." The man closed the file, turned to the bed, and looked down at her. "But if my wife has demanded it, any work can be delayed."

Kylie silently rolled her eyes.

A thick black curtain had been put up in the bedroom, which was very dull. She dimmed the bedside lamp.

"You keep working, and I'll sleep first."

She turned her back to Ethan.

He picked up the file again and turned the pages for quite a while. She listened to his faint breathing, and Kylie felt, for the first time in ages, that she was not lonely.

She closed her eyes and smiled, even though she did not notice it.

That night, she dreamed:

When she was a child, she hid in a big truck and was taken away by a boy. She wanted to see what he looked like, but her eyes couldn't open. The boy hugged her, and the two leaned against the wall. Seemingly afraid that she was cold, the man hid her hand in his s.h.i.+rt.

He was very thin; she could count his ribs.

Ethan's eyes finally pulled away from the file and fell on the tight pajamas that the girl was wearing.

He hooked and circled her into his arms.

She was very thin so that he could easily control her body with one arm. Just as he had secretly hoped, the girl turned around and leaned against him, and...

She slipped her hand inside his clothes, and the cold hand rubbed his chest.

Ethan's throat suddenly dried up, and even though he tried so hard to control himself, she really turned him on!

The big hand pressed her hand under his pajamas, but she struggled with some reluctance and fell on his nipple...

With a serious look, he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

He didn't want to go against her will, yet the inner beast seemed to break through the two fences.

He kissed her pa.s.sionately.

Ethan tightened his arms around her and drew her closer, clearly seeing her eyes, nose, lips, ears...

His breathing became rapid and eager

Kylie felt that she was losing breath. How could she count his ribs, when her ribs were in so much pain, as though she was about to be strangled?

She wanted to push the boy away, but his hand-held her back tightly, leaving her no chance even to struggle.

Even her legs were pressed down by his legs and could not be moved.

He controlled the restless woman, although his emotions were somewhat out of control, and he kissed her neck. He could not control his strength, now that he thought she wanted him.

"Hum... hurt." Kylie wanted to stand this, pretending not to know what was going on. But the man was rude, and he directly bit her neck to the point of bleeding: "Lord Ethan... I am not a roast duck..."

The man on her body suddenly stopped kissing, and then sat upright...

Kylie quickly licked her neck and sat up with him.

His eyes became empty, and he looked in front of him without focus.

Kylie raised her hand in front of his eyes. His scorpion was unaffected as if something in the air was more attractive than her to summon him.

Could a werewolf instantly turn into a statue like this?

Not waiting for Kylie to realize what was going on, Ethan stood straight up and headed in the direction of the door.

This guy was sleepwalking.

The man, with his cold-face and meticulous expression, rushed into the door panel.

It seemed that his head was made of iron and that he wasn't in pain when he hit it.

Kylie heard that sleepwalkers couldn't be woken up. If that wasn't the case, then he was likely insane.

Therefore, she was worried that Ethan would break his head, then wake up due to the pain.

After about a minute of hesitation, Kylie couldn't stand it anymore. She got out of bed and opened the door.

Ethan kept moving forward and walked out of the bedroom.

She had never seen a sleepwalker. Kylie was really curious. She quietly followed Ethan and followed him to the living room.

Ethan walked to the open area in the middle of the living room, and then began to do push-ups...

Kylie was on the sofa, and silently counted: one, two... fifty, fifty-one... one hundred, one hundred and one...

He had good physical stamina, keeping the same frequency, neither faster or slower.

Ethan wore a nightgown, and the neckline would open wide each time he leaned down. So her eyes gradually s.h.i.+fted from his tight arms to...

Hey! She unconsciously swallowed.

That explained why his body was kept so well-maintained: two hundred push-ups, and no panting breath!

A single, repet.i.tive movement could easily hypnotize, so when she had counted to two hundred and thirty, her eye began to fight to stay open. However, she was worried that he would not return to the room after he had finished. So no matter what, she could not sleep.

But the man who was silently doing the push-ups was almost exhausted.

Kylie lived up to his expectations. After she had counted to three hundred and one, she fell asleep.

Ethan squatted on the ground, turning to look at the girl on the sofa who was holding a pillow and snoring. He sat up.

Pretend sleepwalking was also a physical activity...

He licked his sour arm and strode towards Kylie. She was curled up on the sofa, bending her toes.

His big palm fell on her feet, which were as cold as ice. This seemed to be a comfortable temperature, and the feet moved in his palm.

The man unb.u.t.toned his pajamas and put her feet under his arms, then lay sideways next to her.

In order to prevent himself from falling from the sofa, one of his arms was placed around Kylie's waist, so that he was tightly attached to her.

Ethan didn't think it narrow but felt it was very romantic.

The girl's feet moved a little restlessly, just touching the man's nipple.

"Hey." Ethan took a breath with a kind of greedy feeling.

He had no idea what her dreams were about, but she held his two long legs, with her head on his lap, and licked him from time to time.

This d.a.m.n woman, he thought, couldn't she sleep peacefully without flirting?