"Get out of here." She gritted her teeth and shouted in horror.
But instead of going out, Arthur took a step closer to her.
"Why did you come to the children's room to take a bath? Are you trying to seduce me on purpose?" There was an evil smile in his eyes, and the hot air sprayed on her face aggressively.
"I... didn't." Sylvia shrunk her neck, backed up, and leaned against the wall. Her face turned red, and she stuttered, "There is no water downstairs, so I had to come up."
"No water?" Arthur raised his eyebrows, his facial features sneering, “Bridgewater Mansion has never stopped running of water."
"But it's really not true. I even checked the kitchen." She was anxious and defended without any shame, "If you don't believe it, go and see for yourself."
"Well, I'll take a look later. If there's water, it proves that you came here to seduce me on purpose." He said, looking serious.
Sylvia felt angry and in disbelief after hearing this. She just wanted him to get out of there immediately, so she hurriedly said:
"Very good, then go and take a look now. If I lie to you, my surname is not Lancelot."
Arthur, however, stood still, looking down at her, lifting her chin with one hand, and facing her dangerously close.
"What do you want to do?" Sylvia's heart skipped a beat, and she stared at him warily.
Arthur looked her up and down, put his nose close to her red lips, and sniffed it again and again. He suddenly became a little rough and shouted, "Which man kissed you today?"
Sylvia's face instantly turned red, and she said angrily, "Crazy man, get out of here."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out.
"Shameless." Sylvia went crazy, picked up the shower gel on the shelf, and threw it hard at the man's back.
The man turned around and dodged, caught the shower gel with his hand, and threatened, "If you make any more noise and wake up Christopher and Hendrick, I will let them see what we are doing."
Sylvia was too scared to say a word and could only watch as the bastard walked away in triumph.
As soon as the man left, she hugged her pajamas, leaned against the wall, and fell to the ground, tears pouring out her eyes like spring.
She cried silently, letting her tears flow, until the cold chill on the ground hit her, and there was no trace of heat in the shower room. She shivered with cold before she got up, turned on the hot water shower, closed her eyes, and stood up under the shower head. She showered so hard that she couldn't tell whether it was tears or hot water on her face.

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