Chapter 4

The person outside seemed to hesitate for a moment, followed by a clatter of noise as if something had been knocked over. Then, a pleasant male voice spoke up.

"It's me. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Richard suddenly came to his senses, his heart tightening as he quickly responded.

In the bathroom, Catherine heard the familiar voice and pictured that familiar face in her mind.

To be precise, two faces.

One was cold and intelligent—Cedric, the CEO of TY Group. The other was the simpleton she had just met today—Richard.

Though she was still suspicious, Catherine was leaning toward the conclusion that the current Richard was indeed a simpleton.

With this conclusion in mind, Catherine lowered her guard.

Just then, the bathroom door was brazenly pushed open!

Though somewhat prepared, Catherine was still startled!

Strangely enough, when she saw Richard's handsome face and the vacant expression it wore, she relaxed.

Almost simultaneously, her own face adopted an equally vacant expression.

"Richard, do you want to take a bath with me too?" Catherine asked in a childish voice, her head tilted to one side and a characteristic silly smile on her lips.

Richard's gaze first landed on her flushed face, stirring something within him. Then, his eyes uncontrollably slid down to her chest.

The foam there had largely dissipated, revealing the deep cleavage.

Richard felt warmth trickle from his nose. Instinctively, he turned around, closed the door, and quickly muttered an apology.

Another series of clattering sounds followed.

Catherine winced at the sound but gradually relaxed both physically and mentally, releasing her grip on the dagger in the bathtub.

Yet Catherine fell into deep thought.

Had she just seen a flash of panic on Richard's face?

And that clearly articulated apology in a slightly husky voice—was that really what you'd expect from a simpleton?

Catherine grew suspicious, and by the time she snapped out of her thoughts, the water in the bathtub had gone cold.

She rose from the tub and picked up a bath towel, only to find a piece of clothing had fallen out.

Catherine was puzzled as she hooked the barely-clothing item with her pinky finger, her lips twitching violently.

No wonder the maid who had brought in the towel earlier had such amused and suggestive eyes—so this was why.

Speaking of which, did they really think that Catherine, playing the role of a simpleton, would know what this thing was?

Catherine tossed the lingerie aside, her mind flashing to that handsome yet seemingly simple-minded face. She couldn't shake the feeling that Richard's reaction earlier had been somewhat odd.

Fifteen minutes later, the bathroom door clicked open.

Richard, sitting on the bed watching cartoons, twitched his ears but kept his eyes fixed on the screen.

Until a figure, a blend of flesh and black, emerged from the bathroom.

When they were in the countryside, he had seen Catherine disciplining those bullies, clearly not acting simple-minded. Now dressed like this, was she testing whether he was pretending to be simple-minded just like her?

Richard tilted his head and continued in a childish voice, "Why are you still wearing a bathrobe when you come out?"

Catherine had been walking carefully, not expecting Richard to be sitting outside, waiting like a hunter.

Remembering her original plan, Catherine made a bold decision.

She threw aside the bathrobe, revealing the black bunny girl lingerie underneath.

In that moment, the room grew so quiet that even their breathing could be heard.

Richard struggled to suppress the surge of desire rising from within him. Flustered, he averted his gaze and pointed at the TV, shouting loudly.

"Oh no! My cartoon is gone! I don't want this! I want to watch my cartoon!"

His voice was so loud that Catherine feared he would attract people from outside.

Frightened, Catherine rushed over in a few quick steps and covered Richard's mouth with her hand.

"Lower your voice. What if you call everyone in here?"

A hint of panic flashed in Richard's eyes as he asked in a vacant voice, "Why can't they come in?"

Then, his gaze fell on Catherine's exposed chest and thighs, and he suddenly broke into a smile.