Sold to a Prince!

Chapter 67 - Why Don't You Get A Pet Cat? Part4



Sylvia's hands instinctively shot up as she neared the devil and reached for his shirt, but then she hesitated.

Mikel noticed it and let out a soft chuckle. "I am not known for my patience, kitten. You better not make me open my mouth again."

He then leaned closer to whisper. "I might just get annoyed enough to throw you into the tub and take you right here and now…" He held her hands and brought them to the buttons, adding. "…until you stop being so bashful."

Sylvia shuddered at the familiar threat which still worked very well on her and she quickly started unbuttoning him.

The man's wide chest staring at her face, the hardness of it slightly touching her hand as she undid one button after another.

And when she was finally done, she went around to pull his shirt off from the back, his entire upper body now naked in front of her.

Sylvia gulped as her gaze trailed down to look at the next thing which she had to now remove.

Her hands hesitated lightly but she was worried about the consequences and reached forward to undo his black pants, the two buttons at the top of the pants.

She could see the light bulge at the top of his pants and gulped, keeping her hand uncomfortably away from it.

But the button was a bit too tight and as she tried to undo it, she ended up grazing against the bulge anyways.

Sylvia instantly panicked and stepped away, only to hear the devil chuckle in amusement. "You are being too slutty, my kitten." 

"I am not in the mood right now." He further teased her, being shameless to no end.

Sylvia wanted to bury her head somewhere. You make me do all this and call me slutty? You are the pervert! You damned devil!

She had no idea how she was going to survive this shameless bully. 

She bit her lips, narrowing her eyes down at him, and then glared at the pattern on the marble, unwilling to meet the man's teasing gaze.

Mikel could barely control his laughter. "Why don't you go and get me some fresh towels? They should be in the room next door."

He ruffled his head, watching the girl zoom out of the room like an arrow. He then flipped his head back up, gazing out the window again.

His hands loosened the pair of black pants and the man didn't remove his trunks underneath and slipped into the big tub of hot water, deeply engrossed in his thoughts.

Though his skin was milky pale white and clean without a single blemish or a speck of dust, he still rubbed himself, as the dinner had left a dirty aftertaste.

Mikel sighed. The cool night's breeze combined with the hot water relaxed him, taking his mind off of things momentarily.

He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths and melting in the water. Soon it would be time and everything would change.

And the woman he would have to thank for all of that… she would probably never forgive him. A bitter smile surfaced on his lips.

As Sylvia entered the room again, clutching a bunch of neatly folded towels in her hand, she almost dropped them on the ground out of nervousness, only barely managing to hold them in place.

Her eyes flitted cautiously, and not long after she noticed that the devil was already sitting in the tub, his back towards her, standing at the entrance and his gaze lingering outside the window.

He seemed to not react to her presence but Sylvia was sure that he had noticed her arrival.

So she simply stood, hoping and praying that he wouldn't ask anything more of her like perhaps rubbing his back… massaging his shoulders…

Sylvia's thoughts started running wild as she gazed at the devil's broad-defined shoulders, which were fully relaxed now.

A loud crackle caught her attention as the wind outside picked up the pace, the sky roaring with thunder and lightning and the heavy downpour which followed.

She stood there silently watching the trees in the distance dancing to the tune of the wind and the huge drops of the rain clattering on the castle windows.

Before she realized it, several minutes had passed by and the devil stood up, the water splashing around loudly in the big oval tub from the movement of his body.

The man's hard chest glistened with beads of water rolling down, trailing down to his ripped abdominal muscles and disappearing into his trunks.

Sylvia gulped seeing that the devil had covered himself. She was thankful that he did that but couldn't help but wonder why he was being so considerate all of a sudden.

Perhaps that was why it was pouring cats and dogs outside.

She watched him, her lips slightly parted, her hands softly trembling, as he walked over to her silently.

His gaze met hers and there was no emotion with them and when he was close, he ruffled his hair, drizzling droplets of water on her by doing so, and grabbed a towel from her hands.

Wrapping it around his waist, he strode out of the room casually. 

"Are you not coming?" His voice then sounded, snapping Sylvia out of her trance, reminding her to follow him.

Sylvia hurriedly dumped the remaining towels in her hand on a table nearby and scrambled after him.

No matter how much she tried to calm down her nerves, the man always had the ability to throw her emotions into a fritz at his will.

She followed him, climbing another flight of stairs and into the room which he entered after that.

The room had big open windows, just like most other rooms in the castle, and a huge square-shaped bed at the center.

There was also a table in the corner, beside the windows, parchments messily littered over them.

This was his bedroom? Sylvia gulped nervously, wondering what new hell was awaiting her tonight.

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