"Am I silly?"

"You're not only silly, and you're blind!"

Kylie hugged Pupu's neck and completely leaned against his body.

Soon after, when all of her beer was finished, her vision began to blur. She saw a familiar figure standing on the roof of the building.

"You're late...Drink three glasses first..."

Ethan took the empty bottles from Kylie's hands, and ruthlessly threw them against the roof.

His face was gloomy. After having a smoke, he carried her down the stairs, suppressing the anger in his heart.

When he'd received Kylie's call, he'd been a little surprised. But what he'd heard was her unclear shouting on the phone: "Lord Ethan, the pocket money was all deducted...Can I...write a blank note...?"

Then he'd hurried to fly by helicopter, to be with her.

Kylie was stuffed into the helicopter. She had been quite happy on the roof but now remained motionless on the back seat. There was an overpowering smell of alcohol spreading over the cabin.

The temperature on the mountain was a little lower, but Kylie was still wearing hot pants, which were tight on her buttocks. The fair, tender legs were moving slightly.

Ethan's eyes darkened, thinking of the possibility that she had been seen by others today, the way she looked...

The anger that he'd been pressing down sprang up in an instant, making him more and more irritable.

He pulled hard on his tie, while his black eyes stared at her.

"How dare you drink yourself into a stupor!" He hummed and started the engine of the helicopter. When it ascended, Kylie looked uncomfortable. Her eyes closed, and she wanted to cover her ears to block out the noise, but she accidentally rolled off her seat.

The man glanced at her, ignored her, then lifted the helicopter high up.

"You asked for it!" Ethan scolded her. He wanted to teach her a lesson, or she would become more unbridled.

The helicopter simply stopped. Kylie immediately opened the cabin door and staggered outside, squatting down to vomit.

While looking at her miserable appearance, Ethan's mood improved a great deal.

Even Pupu also kept his distance from her, choosing to watch from far away.

Ethan leaned against the helicopter. Squinting at her slender figure, he asked coldly: "Done?"

Kylie sat on the ground and tried her best to lift her head and look at him. Her eyes were watery and glazed over, which made Pupu feel as though he had wronged her, even though he did not know what mistake he had made.

She pursed her lips and puffed out her cheeks.

Ethan threw away his cigarette. "Damn it!"

He strode up to her, and violently pulled her to her feet. Kylie lost her balance and directly fell into his arms.

As soon as she was stuck against his chest, Kylie felt safe and sound. She held him tight and was unwilling to let him go.

Ethan wanted to push her away, but he did not succeed.

The tall, strong man lowered his eyes and looked at Kylie's fair and delicate face. She was like fine porcelain, silky, and lustrous. Her curly, long eyelashes slightly moved every time she blinked.

Perhaps because she was aware of being observed, she arched her neck and rubbed her head of fine hair against his chest, whining, exactly like a puppy.

***

After she had finished cleaning, Aunt Lucy saw her master coming up the drive with Kylie under his arm. Shocked, she hurried over to help.

As soon as she approached, she caught a whiff of a sharp odor.

"Did ma'am drink? She must feel bad to have drunk so much..." Lucy worried.

Ethan coldly replied: "She must want to test my tolerance!"

Lucy spoke in Kylie's favor at once: "Maybe she had trouble at work and just wanted to vent."

"Vent? Am I just a decoration? I'm her husband! If she was aggrieved she could have told me; there was no need to get drunk alone! Luckily, I was there in time, otherwise..." Ethan grumbled in his mind.

He was still angry at the thought of the last time she had been assaulted. This woman always knew how to drive him crazy.

"I'll handle her, and you go rest," he said.

"Yes, Sir," Lucy answered.

In the second-floor bedroom, Ethan immediately tossed Kylie into the bathtub and turned on the shower. Water sprayed out, hitting Kylie's body.

Soon her clothes were soaking wet. Her bra was like a sponge, and her black hair stuck against her fair skin.

Ethan took off his coat and gently rolled up his sleeves, staring down at the sleeping woman in the bathtub.

"One, two, three, four, five..." He counted.

"Ah!" Not even making it to ten, Kylie suddenly opened her eyes wide and tried to climb out the tub.

As soon as she climbed out, she was pressed down by a big hand and resultantly sank back into the water.

A low and clear voice, with a hint of coldness, sounded above her head: "Wash!"

Kylie screamed, with her eyes closed: "Help... 'I'm scared..."

"Don't pretend to be pitiful!" Ethan said, with a cold expression.

Her tears mingled with the water. Kylie's little nose turned red, and she kept saying: "I need to pee, I can't hold it..."

Ethan lifted her out of the bathtub, his face turning darker, but she clasped his leg and prayed, "Mommy...help me take off my pants..."

After hearing these amazing words, Ethan sucked in his lips, and his pretty face froze in an instant.

She had called him "Mommy," and even asked him to help take off her pants...

Although he was happy to help, this "Mommy" address had instantly extinguished his fire of desire...

He cleared his throat, glanced at the woman who was tightly holding her thighs together.

Even though it was a hot summer night, Ethan hadn't showered her with cold water, but with warm water, of exactly the right temperature.

Now that she was drenched, the curve of her figure was clearly visible. Her complexion was pink and fair, as if she was a freshly baked cake waiting to be tasted.

Noticing his lack of response, she rubbed his legs with her head, acting a little poor.

He reached for the tap and turned it off. Moving his legs away from her, he said: "The toilet is over there, so go pee yourself."

Kylie shook her head and remained motionless on the ground, muttering something.

He said loudly: "Didn't you say you couldn't hold it?"

Kylie raised her head, and, with blurry eyes, beeped: "Mommy..."

She really didn't seem to recognize him...

Ethan was speechless. He was so good-tempered only because it was her.

"I'm not your mom! Go to pee yourself!"

"Mommy...help me take off my panties..."

Ethan was furious. Kylie's hands kept touching and climbing up his leg, mumbling: "I can't hold it anymore, I need to pee..."

He held back his anger and lifted her to her feet, pulling her pants down with his eyes closed, then pressing her on the toilet. "Pee!"

But Kylie seemed not to hear what he said. With her head hanging down, she talked to herself: "Mom...why, do you leave me...I miss you so much...They all said that I'm not my father's child...but if you say I am, then I must be...Mom, you said it..." She began to sob.

Ethan's heart began to soften. At that moment, Kylie abruptly sang out: "I called my momma, she was out for a walk... consoled a cup of coffee, but it didn't wanna talk...So I picked up a paper, there was more bad news...More hearts being broken and people being used..."

Ethan stood in front of her, motionless, looking down at the woman who was crying and singing, and who kept arousing his desire by rubbing his leg...