Chapter 22 Teasing

This bathrobe is really too big; it covers her shoulders quite well, and the neckline is ridiculously low, but she doesn’t care at all—after all, William Foster can’t see anything. The moment Clara Bennett returned to his study, she heard William say: "Come over, darling. I’ve already activated the voice assistant. If you have any views or suggestions about the prenuptial agreement, you can tell me directly. I’ll have someone record it later." When Clara walked to William’s side, she didn’t notice at all how her seductive appearance was being taken in completely by the man in front of her. William silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, even his gums began to itch. I really want to devour her! And at this moment, Clara was completely unaware that she was stepping into a certain trap, step by step. As she moved a little closer, she heard William’s magnetic voice: "The scent on you is quite special." Clara found it amusing: "Mr. Foster, I’d like to remind you that this scent comes from the body wash in your bathroom." How could the same body wash emit two different scents? William replied: "But why is it so enchanting when used on you? It must be because you’re inherently charming." Clara clicked her tongue, slightly teasing: "To be honest, someone like you with poor eyesight and an injured leg surviving the Foster family’s struggles can’t just be because you rank high. It’s also because you’re exceptionally good at sweet-talking, right?" William replied: "This mouth of mine is actually only gentle and considerate when speaking to you. My parents taught me since I was young that to deal with enemies, you have to be ruthless, so I learned quite a few harsh words." Clara curiously asked, "What harsh words can you say? Tell me some!" William continued, "But they also said that if you don’t want to kneel on a washboard, you shouldn’t lose your temper with your own wife." Clara couldn’t help but laugh, thinking that living with a William like this might not be too bad—handsome and sweet-mouthed, perhaps this marriage arrangement is worth considering. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Clara naturally turned her head toward the door. At this moment, William suddenly grabbed her wrist and with a little force pulled her over, making her sit onto his lap. Due to the somewhat large movement, the bathrobe on Clara loosened a bit, revealing smooth, alluring shoulders. Clara looked at him in confusion: "What are you doing?" William smiled: "It seems like a little dog has come outside." "Huh?" Clara was puzzled. William explained: "Though my eyes can’t see, you can help me check if it’s wearing that barking muzzle. I don’t want anyone disturbing our intimate moment." The moment the door opened, what met Clara’s eyes was Samuel Grant crawling into the room clad in pants with a dog tail and wearing a specially made barking deterrent on his face, looking utterly humiliated. When their eyes met, Samuel was visibly startled. Clara raised her eyebrows slightly: Oh dear, it seems Samuel is quite awkward right now. At this time, the originally instigating William suddenly didn’t like Clara paying attention to another man. He ruthlessly bit her delicate neck. Clara immediately let out a soft moan: "Mmm..." Then turned back towards William. Upon hearing Clara’s sweet voice and noticing she was no longer gazing at Samuel but at him, William’s breath quickened, seemingly unable to control himself, and clasped her neck tightly, kissing her passionately on the lips in front of Samuel! And Samuel—was watching like a servant kneeling on the side with his eyes wide open. Seeing this scene, Clara realized her lips were being occupied by William, immediately understanding his intention. William calculated against her like this. He specifically arranged this meeting and deliberately made her unable to avoid wearing a bathrobe, then performed this scene right under Samuel’s nose. What was William plotting in his mind? Clara couldn’t figure it out; his burning kisses left no room for thought. Clara felt played by this meticulously minded man; she should resist, but— it’d be too boring. Since he’s willing to play, then I will join this game with him. With this in mind, she simply began to fight back, not showing any weakness. Faced with William’s assertive side, Clara seemed even more liberated. Not only did she return the kiss, she even lightly bit his lip corner, full of provocation. Although it was just a light nibble that didn’t bring William any pain, it was unexpectedly thrilling. For a moment William felt as if he was being teased by a little wild cat, unable to restrain the ticklishness, so his hands unconsciously encircled Clara’s waist, intending to savor this attraction more deeply. However, after arousing William’s interest, she unexpectedly propped her hand against his chest the next moment, whispering in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "William, don’t do this, let me go. There are other people here, this isn’t right..." William frowned, amused at Clara’s pretense. Hmph, what a performer she is. Seeing her putting on an act, William simply reached out a finger to lift her chin: "Who else is here? I don’t see anyone." Clara answered innocently: "There really is, it’s Samuel." "Oh, so it’s Samuel." William pretended to realize, "Then tell me, what is he wearing today?" "Um..." Clara thought for a moment, "He’s got little dog ear decorations, a tail at the back, and something like a muzzle on his mouth. He’s just squatting there on the ground." At this moment, Samuel continued to stare at the floor with his head down, his teeth almost grinding to pieces. He desperately wished the couple in front of him would completely ignore his existence. The feeling of damaged pride was unbearable for Samuel, engulfing him with torment and humiliation so intense, he could hardly endure it. He had always lived a privileged life, feeling superior, and never expected that now he would not only appear dressed as a dog but also watch his ex-girlfriend sit in his troublemaking uncle’s lap in a bathrobe, pouting. Recent events were all because of Clara, all because of her! Less than a month ago, he thought Clara was a little rich girl he could manipulate, but now everything had reversed. He became the despised one while she continued to shine brightly. This contrast nearly drove Samuel to collapse. Yet, William showed no signs of stopping; he embraced Clara and asked Samuel: "What brings you to see your uncle? Why don’t you speak up?" Clara deliberately interjected: "Don’t push him; after all, he has something stuffed in his mouth and can’t speak." "Oh, I forgot about that." William said indifferently, "Then let him take it off first and then talk. What exactly brings him here?"