Bastard

The room was lit, but there was no one there. The style of the room remained the same, but the bedsheets were not the type he liked. Looking at the pale pink floral bedsheet, he couldn’t help but frown.

“Richard!” Hazel’s voice came from the en-suite bathroom, with a hint of warning. but also mixed with a few traces of laughter.

“Who told you to scratch me?” Richard chuckled, with a hint of mischief.

Jack frowned and walked towards the bathroom. In the bathroom, Hazel was squatting by the bathtub, looking helpless, as she watched Richard, who was sitting in the bathtub full of bubbles. “I was giving you a bath, but you kept moving around. Is it my fault?”

“I’m so itchy so I had to move” Richard blinked his eyes twice. “So you poured water on me?”

Hazel sighed, "Who said I wanted to take a bath with you? You're dreaming! Also, aren't you afraid that I'll catch a cold and can't go to work, how will I pay my bills?"

"then don't go to work," Richard was indifferent. "I'm here, I can take care of you."

Hazel couldn't help but laugh. "You take care of me? You're are still a child."

"Are you looking down on me?" Richard frowned, feeling unhappy. "I have pocket money too, you know? I know that women like to buy things and spend a lot of money on beauty treatments and gatherings with their sisters. My grandmother is like that too. But it's okay, I still have my uncle. He's very rich, and if I don't have enough money, I can just ask him. Although he has a bad temper, he is still very generous to me."

Hazel was silent for a moment, feeling warm inside. She dabbed a bit of bubble on Richard's nose and said,"Thank you, but it's not necessary."

"Richard stared at Hazel face suspiciously for a long time before he muttered, "You... want to spend my uncle's money directly, not mine?"

She really wanted to find something to stuff his mouth with! Is that even legal?

"Uncle..."

"Shut up!" Hazel scolded in a low voice. "If you mention that bastard uncle of yours again, I'll send you back to the old house right away. Do you believe me?"

Richard looked at the door and then at the woman who was still washing seriously. He couldn't help but pat his forehead. In order to prevent her from saying anything more later, he patted her shoulder and trembling pointed in the direction of the bathroom door, with a few flattering smiles on his face.

"What are you doing again?" Hazel frowned. She glanced at the place where she had been wet by Richard again, stood up suddenly, and was about to speak, but saw that Richard's expression was a bit wrong.

Following Richard's direction, she was greatly surprised.

Jack was standing at the door, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. She never expected him to come back, and most importantly, his expression at this moment was somewhat indescribable. It seemed that he had heard what she had just said.

Thinking of what she had just said, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart: Indeed, talking behind someone's back will bring divine retribution.

"Jack..." She had just said one word when she couldn't say anything else, and could only smile awkwardly. "Hehe.. you're back?"

Jack raised his eyebrows, smirked wickedly, and then walked towards the bathroom step by step. He didn't walk fast, but he had a strong momentum.

Richard lamented in his heart, and gave Hazel a look that said "The big devil is here, take care of yourself" and then buried his head and seriously looked at the bubbles floating on the water's surface, silently praying in his heart.

Hazel watched as Jack approached closer and closer, and tears were already silently streaming down her face. If she had known that Jack would come back, she would never have sad that.

She slowly retreated, felling guilty and wanting to keep a safe distance from Jack, the dangerous object. The floor was wet from Richard splashing water on her earlier, and she had not put on slippers when she came in for convenience. She had only taken two steps back when her feet slipped and she fell backwards. "Ah!" She screamed in terror, waving her arms frantically in an attempt to find balance. If she really fell, she would hit the wall with her head and then hit the floor again. She would be half dead even if she didn't die.

But the accident happened suddenly and even though she tried her best, she could only watch herself fall backwards. n desperation. she glanced at Jack and saw his very pleased expression. Jack, the bastard who wouldn't save anyone!

Richard heard the sound and looked up, his eyes widening in surprise.

When Hazel's head was only a few centimeters away from the wall, Jack snorted coldly and quickly reached out to grab her wrist an pull her forward.

Hazel didn't feel the pain she had expected, only a slight pain in her nose. She opened her eyes and found herself leaning against his chest! His body had a refreshing and pleasant scent, which instantly filled her nose.

Jack looked at the woman in front of him, slightly lowered his head and a sneer flashed in his eyes. "Bastard?hmmm?Would a bastard save you?"

They were too close, especially at this moment, when he leaned in to speak in her ear, it looked even more ambiguous. Hazel felt a little uneasy in her heart. Her face which was pale from the shock, now had a faint blush on it.

"I...." Jack suppressed the sneer in his eyes and looked at her face, which changed several times. "Hazel," his gaze wandered over her body, and when he glanced at her chest, his pupils shrank, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his throat suddenly became dry.

She was still wearing the white shirt he had seen at Global today. It was wet and the color and outline of her bra could be seen through the shirt.

Black, two-third cup, lace and there seemed to be a flower on the right shoulder strap...

Ahem....

He suddenly felt hot, and before he could finish his word, he pushed her away. To be precise, he pushed her away with a little to much force, completely ignoring whether she would fall or not.

Jack cursed in his heart and turned to look at Richard in the bathtub. "Richard, come out now!"