Reese Harris rushed down the steps, Oliver Palmer followed with things in hand, watching her coat sway lightly with her steps, yet his mind flashed to her enticing waist.
Realizing his thoughts had taken a wicked turn, Oliver Palmer quickly came to his senses, lifting his hand holding the items to draw a cross in mid-air.
"Please forgive my sins, Amen!"
"What are you muttering about?" Reese Harris turned her face down the steps, "Hurry up, my little Butler."
"Coming!"
Oliver Palmer quickened his pace, catching up to her side.
...
...
Imyr.
Bang!
The tightly closed door was kicked open, leather shoes stepped across the floor, and several figures rushed to Cold Xie's bedside.
A subordinate reached over, grabbed the quilt on the bed, and pulled it away with force.
"Damn!"
On the pillow, Cold Xie cursed, trying to rise, but his back had just lifted off the bed before he fell back.
