She clearly remembered what her grandmother had told her-
“Lisa, you can explore any room here freely. Upstairs, there is an indoor pool and gym, a library, and a yoga room. But never enter Tom’s bedroom or study. He has a severe cleanliness obsession and even cleans the room himself; no servants are allowed in.”
She remembered her grandmother’s words well and became increasingly intrigued by this man.
Are all researchers this aloof?
But just now, she saw Agnes entering his bedroom! And he was holding her shoulder, escorting her inside!
So, are they going to sleep together tonight?
Lisa stepped back sadly and sat weakly on the bed, staring blankly at the deep blue curtains gently swaying in the night breeze…
Agnes entered Tom Fritz’s bedroom and gently locked the door. In the warm yellow light, she slowly turned around, her eyes softly scanning every item in the room.
The little cat she had loved for seven years… this was his room.
Images gradually formed in her mind; his figure seemed to be everywhere-standing by the window with hands behind his back, sitting on the sofa reading a book, lying on the bed sleeping peacefully…
She put down her bag and walked into his bathroom with a bag of clothes.
Her feelings at this moment were indescribable.
After a while, the sound of running water could be heard.
In the closed study.
Tom Fritz couldn’t focus on his emails anymore; he couldn’t get that hug, that kiss out of his mind…
That special feeling invaded his usually calm heart, making him uneasy.
She was 12 years younger than him; she was like the rising sun. How could he like her?
Maybe love knows no age.
But he couldn’t waste her time. Tom Fritz was unusually rational and particularly clear-headed.
He had to return to the laboratory-a place full of dangers…
In the steamy bathroom.
Agnes was taking a shower. Her beautiful face showed a faint sadness. She tried hard to suppress her feelings for him. She was even afraid of what he would think when he finished reading those emails and realized that the infatuated silly girl was her.
More than 400 emails.
He must find her annoying, right?
Unilaterally bothering him, even though his manners prevented him from saying so, he must be particularly annoyed by such behavior.
So, a thought popped into her head: how could she delete those emails from his computer?
She didn’t want to become someone who annoyed him.
She wanted to keep this secret.
After taking a shower, Agnes wrapped herself in a bathrobe and found that the pajamas her grandmother had prepared… were simply unwearable!
This wasn’t her usual style!
Just one glance at it made her blush!
A pink lace mesh slip dress, very sheer with a hazy allure, a low V-neckline reaching down to the thighs with an open-back design.
Everywhere she looked was filled with emotions.
Agnes blushed deeply; just looking at it made her dizzy. Terrified, she quickly put it down and searched through the bag again-three pieces of the same style but different colors!
No, no, absolutely not!
She definitely couldn’t wear this!!
So, having no other choice, she put back on the black square-neck dress she had just taken off.
In another room downstairs.
Mrs. Fritz’s silver hair was meticulously combed; a smile appeared on her deeply wrinkled face.
“Keep an eye on them secretly. See if they sleep together tonight.”
“Don’t worry; Hazel has been watching.”
Jona smiled.
“The latest news is that Miss Campbell was escorted into the bedroom by young master with a bag. She’s probably taking a shower now.”