Chapter 18

Alexander walked over to Amelia, with the bowl in his left hand and a small towel on his right. Amelia’s eyes widened in shock as she gulped down hard, with beads of sweats forming on her forehead and finally dropping down her cheeks.

“What are you doing with that?” She asked Alexander, who had now turned his attention towards the drawer in his room.

He picked up a bottle that held some sort of oil, which had a color that looked like yellow.

Amelia’s heart flew out of her chest again as he finally started talking slow steps towards her, with a small smirk on his lips.

“Lay on the bed!” He ordered with an unpleasant gaze that sent cold shivers down her spine.

“What? What are you doing with that?” She asked with a panicked gaze.

Amelia was certain that her end was near. As long as she remained in the mansion, she would be traumatized every single day.

“Lay down!” He said again, trying so hard to avoid staring at her naked figure that it couldn’t help poking into his head.

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