Flash Marriage: A Wife For A Stranger

All the contracts they got were those not wanted by others.

Reading this far, Zoe rubbed her forehead in speechlessness.

She also had to admire how much these ten artists must love this company that they would not leave it even when it had been in such a state.

She collected the documents and wrote a summary on her notebook. Then she closed the notebook and stood up.

She stretched herself and took a look at the clock on the wall. It was half past ten in the evening already.

How time flied.

She then walked out.

When she was walking across the corridor, she heard someone speaking in the study. It seemed to be a meeting.

She did not stop to listen any longer but went downstairs and poured herself a glass of hot milk. After she finished the milk, she walked back to the bedroom and took her clothes for a shower.

However, she ran into Mrs. Dottie this time. Mrs. Dottie had seen the suitcase in her bedroom and asked her, “Ma’am, do you need me to unpack the suitcase for you?”

She thought for a while. In her suitcase, there were just some daily necessities of hers and nothing she would need to hide.

She then nodded, “Great, thank you then!”

“You are welcome, Ma’am.”

She then handed the suitcase to Mrs. Dottie and walked into the bathroom.

In the bedroom there were a whole set of new toiletries, and all of them were just from her favorite brands and flavors. For sure, Henry had asked someone to prepare all these for her.

After the shower, when she had dried herself and was reaching out for her nightgown to get dressed, she slipped.

After she had finally stabilized herself holding onto the wall, she found that her nightgown had fallen on the water-soaked floor.

She picked up the now soaked nightgown and was stunned.

‘Can I even be any unluckier?’

Well, she could not use that nightgown tonight, that’s for sure.

However, she brought only this nightgown in with her! She definitely could not just wrap herself in a towel and go out?

She felt so frustrated suddenly, and at this moment, she heard light footsteps from outside.

Naturally, she thought it was Mrs. Dottie, and she yelled, “Mrs. Dottie, can you bring me a nightgown? My nightgown fell on the floor and got wet.”

Outside the bathroom, Henry stopped his steps and cast a glance at the door of the bathroom.

Although he could not see through the frosted glass of the door, he could still somewhat see the silhouette of the woman, curvy, slender, and breathtakingly graceful.

His black pupils went deeper, and he placed the documents somewhere nearby. He went to the closet and opened the door.

The closet was occupied by a whole array of women’s clothes.

For sure, Zoe did not bring these clothes herself. It was he who had ordered the servants to prepare for Zoe in advance.

These were not all yet. There was a dedicated hundred-square-foot cloakroom for her own use.

In this regard, he always did whatever he could for the people around him.

In the closet, there were all kinds of nightgowns for all kinds of styles. And from these nightgowns, he picked a black silk spaghetti strap nightgown with lace trim and headed to the bathroom.

He said nothing but knocked lightly on the door, and the door opened slightly.

White steam overflowed from the bathroom, and then there was a slender white arm, still covered in a thin layer of moisture.

Looking down, he could easily see the most arousing scenery inside.

He could not help but gulp heavily.

His dark and deep eyes grew even deeper. Almost instantly, he felt the instinctive reaction of his own body.

Zoe reached out her arm but grew confused why Mrs. Dottie still did not give her the nightgown.

“Mrs. Dottie, did you get my nightgown?”

He finally got back the senses and then place the nightgown on her hand.

Almost immediately, the woman withdrew her hand, and the door was closed again.

When Zoe was putting on the nightgown,

she just could not help but find Mrs. Dottie a bit weird tonight.

‘Mrs. Dottie had been so enthusiastic just now, why didn’t she even say a word when she gave me the cloth?’

But she did not think too much about it. Anyway, she was new here and she didn’t really know Mrs. Dottie. Maybe that was what Mrs. Dottie really was like, she thought.

It was only after she finally got dressed that she found that it was a spaghetti strap nightgown that Mrs. Dottie had brought her.

The silk felt very smooth and easy on the skin and the hem reached only slightly below her thigh. The lace back almost revealed her entire alluring and sexy back.

She looked at herself in the mirror and blushed.

Why Mrs. Dottie…

How could Mrs. Dottie give her this!

And she couldn’t even remember bringing such a nightgown over with her!Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She bit her bottom lip. She tried to tug at the dress on her body, but no matter how hard she tried, she just could not possibly cover herself up.

Especially her back … since it was a lace back after all…

How could she possibly just go out dressed like this?

But if she asked Mrs. Dottie to bring her a new one again, she thought it would make her seem a bit picky.

Come to think about it, she decided not to bother her again but let her hair down to cover part of her skin. Only then did she pushed the door open and sneaked out while hugging her arms.

The light in the bedroom was dim with just two orange wall lamps, just like before she entered the bathroom.

Did it mean, he was not back yet? She could not help but wonder.

Thinking about it, she felt pleased and hurriedly ran to the wardrobe with small steps.

But at this moment, a deep voice of a man suddenly sounded from behind.

“What are you doing?”

Her back stiffened.

The hands that she had reached out to open the door paused mid-air.

She then turned back mechanically and saw Henry sitting in a sofa chair in the corner. He crossed his slender legs, looking cozy and languid.

On his body was still the white shirt, only the cuffs had been unbuttoned and the sleeves were folded halfway up, revealing his slender and fair arms. The cozy and casual air that surrounded him was completely different from his cold aloofness in the day.

He leaned his head against one of his hands propped up on the arm of the sofa. On the table next to him was a wine glass with some residual wine in it.

She paused for a while and put on an awkward smile.

“Heh-heh, when did you get in?”

Henry just stared her, expressionless.

“Just now.”

“Then … where is Mrs. Dottie?”

“She went out.”

“OK.”

The time seemed to be paused, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

Henry’s gaze darkened when it fell on her body.

This woman indeed had a good body. Her skin was just as pure and white as jade. He had felt it before, and it felt just like silk, or milk, of refined quality. He was afraid he might break something even if he just added a tiny little bit of strength.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or something else, he just felt a bit hot tonight for no good reason.

His throat felt dry, and part of his body felt a dull pain for the depression.

He did not say anything more, neither did she.

Her body shrank back in discomfort.

Especially when she felt the man’s gaze on

her, she felt as if there were thousands of ants crawling on her body.

She finally managed to hold back the impulse to run away, and repeatedly, she tried to pull the hem of the dress down.