Chapter 19

Winston only offered Sally a pair of stockings with a polite gesture.

Yes, I wondered what that lunatic was up to.

"Put them on quickly."

Winston smiled slyly, as if expecting praise, and playfully waved the thin stockings in front of Sally's eyes.

"Or shall I put them on for you, noble Miss Bristol?"

"Captain, please. I'm really sorry."

When she pleaded, he chuckled and hung the stockings on his jacket. Sally hugged her knees, curling up even more.

Despite the hot water, her hands and feet were frozen cold. It was due to a sense of powerlessness.

This is the worst situation. Being naked, she couldn't run away. Moreover, fighting naked was fatal, as it exposed all her vital points.

She felt like a fish in Winston's aquarium. And she had jumped into the tank herself, how foolish. He would take her out in one go and greedily devour her.

"Captain, please, just look at me once. I won't use the bathroom again."

"Go ahead."

Winston replied with a smile, his eyes like a lion with a tempting prey right in front of him.

"In return, can you tell me in advance? Come in early."

He unbuttoned his shirt until the prominent curves of his chest were visible, then removed the cuffs. Slowly rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, his smooth forearms were revealed, with deep shadows cast by the clearly defined muscles.

His muscles weren't just firm there. Seeing his exposed body, the fear of having to fight a strong man with bare hands became even more bone-chilling.

Sally reviewed all the self-defense techniques she had learned and used in her mind.

Avoid the worst situation. But which is worse: being forced to have physical contact with him or using self-defense techniques so well that she exposes herself as a spy?

"I can specially wash you. For the sake of Miss Bristol, who is working hard for me, I can do that much."

Not for my sake, but because of you, I'm suffering.

Sally bit her lip, making a pained expression.

The situation was getting worse. Usually, when Winston was irritated, he would act lightly and mock. But now, his light actions and words were not mocking at all.

He was genuinely enjoying it, like a child who received a Christmas gift eight months early. It meant that sincere apologies wouldn't work.

Moreover, while his upper body was leisurely rolling up the opposite sleeve, his lower body showed no patience. His pants were already bulging as if they would tear.

That dog, always in heat...

"Huh!"

Winston's hand, after rolling up the sleeve, went for the black leather belt.

"Please don't take it off!"

"Should I come in with clothes on?"

He tilted his head as if Sally was saying something absurd.

"If you're naked and I'm dressed, it would be a great impoliteness."

The hand that undid the belt buckle also quickly unbuttoned his pants. That guy really intended to get into the bathtub.

"Aah!"

The moment he grabbed his pants and underwear to pull them down, Sally shut her eyes and screamed.

A chuckle and footsteps approached. Feeling a presence next to the bathtub, Sally curled up even more.

A heavy object fell onto the rug next to the bathtub with a dull thud. At the same time, the sound of the belt buckle jingling was loud.

He must have taken off his clothes. What if he gets into the bathtub? She knew she shouldn't, but she really didn't want to see his naked body.

With her face buried between her knees, she curled up tightly. A finger touched her ear, and she flinched, causing another chuckle to brush past her ear.

"I didn't take them off. Open your eyes."

She cautiously opened her eyes and glanced. Winston was indeed still dressed. Relief was followed by anger. To tease her by pretending to attack her immediately was truly a despicable prank.

But the anger soon gave way to confusion. Winston was sitting on the rug with one elbow on the edge of the bathtub. Sally's face turned pale as she belatedly remembered what was on the rug.

'My underwear!'

Sally, still curled up, only stuck her head out to look down at the rug.

'Fucking pervert.'

Winston's other hand was touching the bloomers she had left on the rug. His pants showed no signs of being unbuttoned.

"Ah!"

A finger that was hanging over the edge of the bathtub suddenly poked Sally's cheek.

"Did you apply the medicine I gave you?"

Sally, moving her body away from the wall, asked with a wary voice.

"Captain, are you drunk?"

The smell of strong liquor wafted from him as he chuckled.

"Don't worry. I'm sober enough not to do anything I'll regret in the morning."

Winston leaned on the edge of the bathtub with his elbow, propping his chin with his prominent knuckles. His face was even closer now.

It seemed he would reach out and grab her at any moment. Even blinking made her uneasy.

"I just want to have a conversation. We haven't seen each other for a few days, right?"

Do you think we're lovers who can't survive a day without seeing each other? I thought I could live without seeing you.

Moreover, having a conversation with a naked woman trapped in a bathtub. It was a transparent lie.

"Nothing happened during the days I was away."

Despite trying to suppress her true feelings, a cold wind blew through her voice. She shouldn't reveal her hostility towards him. She had to act like a meek and obedient maid, but this guy was testing her patience.

Sally cleared her throat and added a gentle remark.

"So, don't worry, Captain."

"Really? Then why did you go to Winstford a few days ago?"

"…What?"

How did he know about her whereabouts a few days ago? Did he see her passing by? Could he have been following her because of the gun? But no one followed her through the back alley to the safe house.

"Did you see me?"

"Yes."

"But why are you asking about that?"

"It was quite annoying. I couldn't concentrate on my work."

"How does that interfere with your work? Going to a big city when you're feeling down can be refreshing."

"With your fiancé."

"…What?"

"Is that refreshing thing you do with your fiancé like this, stripping and rolling around?"

"My fiancé is not in Winstford."

"Then have you ever rolled around outside of Winstford?"

"…."

The maid glared at the man who was insulting her. A clumsy country girl acting like a lady. This girl becomes more intriguing when she doesn't know her place.

Especially now, boldly occupying the master's bathtub.

"Then where is your fiancé?"

Sally calmly looked at Winston. Winstford and her fiancé. Why was he asking about things that had nothing to do with her?

Jimmy thinks Winston sees her as a woman, but Sally thought differently. To him, she was just a handkerchief used for cleaning, nothing more.

Is this an interrogation?

"Are you going to report the gun to the police?"

"If I say yes, will you do anything to save your fiancé?"

"No."

As soon as the maid firmly refused, Leon couldn't help but laugh. He knew she had no intention of doing so, yet he thought he could make her spread her legs by threatening her.

"You said he's your fiancé? Are you going to let him be punished because of you?"

"I have to take care of myself."

Of course, this harsh statement wasn't Sally's true feeling. Jimmy was her lifelong comrade. She would never give up on saving him no matter what danger he was in.

This was just a way to avoid an uncomfortable topic.

"Oh, I see."

Did he understand? Winston laughed and reached for his jacket. He pulled out a small box from inside and took out a red candy, offering it to Sally's lips.

"I bought this thinking of you."

Surprised, she involuntarily opened her mouth, and Winston pushed the candy in. Sally rolled the lump on her tongue, frowning.

'He must be drunk... '

Buying candy while thinking of her, this was something lovers would do.

Unaware of the chilling intent behind his words, Leon watched the woman puff her cheek as she sucked the candy. He wondered if her cheeks would bulge like that if he thrust his penis into her small mouth.

Tsk.