Chapter 4: The Madam is Here!
The moment she heard his authoritative tone, Madison shuddered. She knew she had touched a sore spot. But there was nothing she could do to redeem herself at that moment. She could only comply and rush into her bathroom. She looked as though she had seen a ghost and was trying her level best to escape from it. Of course, Wesley, who was still in the bedroom, naturally saw it. He was so mad that veins popped out of his forehead. Was she that scared of him? From the trepidation in her eyes at that time, Wesley was sure that she had already regarded him as a monster. Wesley didn't know why, but that discovery made him feel annoyed. It was only after Madison had locked the bathroom door tightly that she dared to relax. Damn! That man was too scary. However, he was right about one thing. She was bought by him for a million dollars. Naturally, she was his slave. She had to do what she was asked to do by him. A thought suddenly struck her, that night, would he...
No, no, she thought as her face paled. She really wasn't ready for that. Yet she knew if he wanted to do it, he would, despite her resistance or unpreparedness. That was what she dreaded the most. As she looked at her pale face in the bathroom mirror, she couldn't help but pity herself. She looked so pitiful, coupled with her tattered clothes. She now understood why the maidservant treated her with disdain and reminded her to know her place. True, at that moment, she looked like a homeless person who was in dire need of shelter somewhere. The only good thing was that she wasn't malnourished. She was slender, the natural kind, her green eyes sparkled mysteriously, adding to her allure. She was very beautiful, so much so that it would be hard for someone to take their eyes off her. However, Madison didn't care about that. Was there a need for beauty when one lacked warmth in life? Did beauty matter in such a circumstance? Filled with grief, Madison looked at herself and sighed. She was shrouded in gloom. She knew it wasn't a good sign, but she couldn't help it. However, it only lasted for a minute before she recomposed herself. After all, she had been through different hurdles, this was just one of them. She couldn't lose her composure. Especially not now. After all, she had to avoid suspicion. She had to execute the suicide mission without anyone noticing. Thus, she couldn't alert her owner. Who knew what punishment she'd have to face if she was discovered?
Madison immediately undressed herself and hit the shower. Feeling the water as it caressed her beat and worn-out body, she felt all her fatigue being washed away. She allowed herself to get immersed in her world as she showered. After all, ever since she was young, she had never had such a comfortable and refreshing bath. She wanted to relish it because she wasn't sure how long he would keep her around.
Wesley had been paying attention to the movements in the bathroom. Actually, what Madison didn't know was the fact that the whole bathroom was made of glass. Thus, anyone in the master bedroom would be able to see what was going on in the bathroom. Wesley was just about to turn and leave the room when Madison's figure under the shower caught his attention. He was stunned on the spot. The slender body in the shower, with the water cascading down her long and straight jet-black hair, created a very seductive scene. Those mounds of hers that were protruding were also enough to give him a boner. Sure enough, Wesley felt a reaction down there. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer. Thus, he immediately turned on his heels and headed out of the bedroom briskly. He entered the guestroom and had a cold shower. Only after getting out for the shower did he feel slightly comfortable.
Madison was still relishing in the warmth that the shower was knocked on when the bathroom door was knocked. It was a maidservant who had come to tell her that Wesley was waiting for her downstairs to go and have supper. Since she couldn't keep him waiting, she could only reluctantly get out of the shower. Since no clothes had been prepared for her, she could only wear the set of pyjamas that the servant had left for her on the bed when she came to call her a few minutes ago. After drying her hair, she headed downstairs with the memories of earlier when she was brought upstairs by the servant. She had a terrible sense of direction. Fortunately, it was only on the second floor and almost near the stairs so she didn't get lost.
When Wesley laid his eye on her in those fluffy pyjamas, images of her in the shower suddenly flashed in his mind. His eyes instantly darkened with desire. However, looking at her green eyes that were pure and innocent, he forced the desire down his throat.
"Come and sit." Wesley's voice was cold, but he still pulled out a chair for her.
"Thank you," Madison thanked him while sitting. Wesley, on the other hand, just hummed in response.
In the middle of the meal, the butler suddenly rushed into the dining room, his face filled with anxiety.
Before Wesley could say anything, the butler opened his mouth;
"Sir, the madam is here." The butler said, trepidation evident in his voice.
Suddenly, the dining room was shrouded in a chill. It was too cold that Madison shivered...