Chapter 9: Chapter Nine: Cover Me?

Crazy.

The night outside was thick, with a few stars twinkling, but they were also scattered by the waves, leaving only a seductive white...

Doreen Pulitzer slept very deeply.

She opened her eyes and saw an avant-garde chandelier cut into rock blocks on the ceiling, shining with fine and lustrous light under the sunlight.

Her consciousness returned, and she remembered where she was.

She sat up with both arms, feeling the soreness as if it had seeped into her bones.

"Are you awake? Come and have breakfast."

The door suddenly opened, and Ferguson Kennedy walked in wearing a set of white cotton hooded pajamas.

His handsome face, with a pair of light brown almond-shaped eyes, looked at her with ill intent.

Doreen Pulitzer slowly lowered her head half a beat later, and the blanket had already slipped off, revealing large areas of skin covered in red and purple bruises.

Her ears turned red, and she quickly pulled the blanket up to her chin and tucked it in.

"What are you afraid of? I've seen everything there is to see." Ferguson Kennedy put his hands in his pockets and smiled with interest.

The red flush spread from behind her ears all the way down to her neck. Doreen Pulitzer cleared her throat and looked down. "Can you please go out for a moment? I want to wash up."

Fortunately, Ferguson Kennedy didn't let her continue to be embarrassed. He pointed towards the foot of the bed.

"I've prepared some clothes for you. The work clothes you wore yesterday can't be worn anymore. I'll have someone prepare new ones for you."

As she watched the tall man's back disappear and the door lock clicked shut, Doreen Pulitzer let out a sigh of relief.

The clothes she wore yesterday couldn't be worn anymore, or rather, they could no longer be called clothes, but rather a few pieces of broken fabric.

She took the clothes Ferguson Kennedy had prepared into the bathroom. The logo on the label made her pause for a moment.

A top-tier brand, each piece worth two months of her salary.

And from the inside out, everything was complete, with matching models and sizes.

How did he do it?

After a quick wash and change, she wore a beige high-neck rabbit fur sweater with a black tight-fitting slit skirt. The indoor heating was sufficient, so she didn't wear the camel-colored cashmere coat, instead draping it over her arm.

When she walked out of the bedroom, Doreen Pulitzer scanned the mess inside the room, her gaze lingering for a moment on the black silk robe on the hardwood floor at the foot of the bed.

This man likes to wear black at night and white during the day?

Twice at night, he was dressed entirely in black, with a full-on aura, conquering cities and lands.

But once the night was over, he was in white shirt and pants, smiling warmly, with a refined and noble gentleman image.

Such a stark contrast.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Doreen Pulitzer would have thought they were twins who looked exactly alike.

Ferguson Kennedy was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book. As the sound of footsteps on the stairs approached, he raised his eyes. "Do they fit?"

"Yes." "That's good." Ferguson Kennedy put down the book, "Breakfast is ready, come over."

Two people who looked like maids came out of the kitchen with steaming hot meals and set them on the table.

Ferguson Kennedy pulled out a chair next to the teakwood long table, "Sit down, what are you standing there for?"

He was so considerate, his tone natural and indulgent. If someone else heard it, they might think Doreen Pulitzer was his girlfriend.

Unfortunately, she wasn't.

The dishes on the table were abundant, filling half of the long table, and they were all things Doreen Pulitzer liked to eat.

In front of her was a gold-edged carved porcelain bowl filled with colorful fruit porridge, which made her wonder, "How did you know I like this?"

Ferguson Kennedy didn't sit down but stood behind her, leaning over, one hand circling around her in a semi-embrace on the table, one finger tip slowly sliding down her spine.

Doreen Pulitzer's shoulders tensed up. The two maids calmly went in and out of the kitchen as if they were used to this scene.

Her throat tightened, "Mr. Han..."

That hand that couldn't be ignored finally rested on her left hip, warm breath sprinkled behind her ear, his magnetic voice subtly stirring her heartstrings, "If you like it, that's good. I also like you very much."

Doreen Pulitzer couldn't help but straighten her back, tightening her fingers holding the spoon, trying not to lose composure.

Ferguson Kennedy saw her earlobe turn red, couldn't help but chuckle, and sat down.

Strangely, there was only a stack of pudding in front of him, white and soft, just like the kind in all dessert shops that make all girls and children stop in their tracks.

Beautiful fingers pushed a credit card towards Doreen Pulitzer.

Doreen Pulitzer paused, "After-service cleaning?"

The light fog that had risen due to the man's teasing had already dissipated, her almond eyes with clear black and white returned to their usual calmness.

Ferguson Kennedy raised his eyebrows, as if he hadn't expected the woman to be so direct.

He smiled, "You can understand it that way too."

Doreen Pulitzer nodded, nothing better.

Once she stepped out of this door, last night's matter would be settled.

"Why didn't you call me when I gave you my number?" Ferguson Kennedy said, "Is it too little?"

He was referring to the first ten thousand he gave.

Doreen Pulitzer asked, "Does Mr. Han want to keep me?"

Ferguson Kennedy propped his chin with one hand, his face lit up with a bright smile like the moon, "Do you want me to keep you?"

Doreen Pulitzer paused, shook her head.

"This kind of thing requires mutual consent. Just like after you pay, I leave. One-time settlement, no need to drag it out, develop deeper."

Ferguson Kennedy's light brown eyes slowly became deep, he said, "You're short of money."

Doreen Pulitzer's face stiffened, "Did you investigate me?" Ferguson Kennedy did not confirm or deny it.

Doreen Pulitzer suddenly realized she had spoken out of turn.

In fact, there was no need to check. In the eyes of these rich young men who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths, ninety percent of the world's population is short of money.

Even for money, they can sell everything.

Doreen Pulitzer put away her bank card and got up, causing the chair legs to make a sharp sound on the marble floor.

"Thank you, Mr. Han. It's my pleasure to serve you."

The first "you" was in the role of last night's lover.

The second "you" was in the role of an employee of the Linquan No.1 Courtyard Logistics Department.

This was to completely clear things with him, from now on only discussing official business.

Ha.

Dream on.

The person at the opposite end of the long table had already left. Ferguson Kennedy tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his handsome face reflected on the white porcelain plate, his peach blossom eyes gradually gathering clouds.