Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 422 Giving Her a Bath

Sadie's eyes stung with pain, her hands relentlessly scratching across Micah's arms, drawing lines of blood.

But Micah seemed utterly unfazed, letting her scratch him while he wiped off her lipstick. and He gritted his teeth and scoldedin a furiouslys scold, "Look at yourself, you've turned yourself into a mess like a cheap hooker!" "It's none of your business!, Llet me go, sob sob..."

Sadie struggled furiously.

Micah opened another bottle of liquor and poured it all over her face and body.

It was as if he wanted to wash away the stains on her with that method.

Sadie finally began to calm down as the alcohol soaked into her, lying on the couch, her body twisting as if in steam. Her lips were slightly parted, her breath fragrant like an orchid.

She squirmed like a fish out of water and her chest heaved, her flawless skin gleaming seductively under the wine and the lights.

Desire burned in Micah's eyes, yet he refrained from touching her. Instead, he removed his coat, wrapped it around her half-naked body, and lifted her gently before striding out. With the alcohol soaking her, Sadie finally calmed down, lying on the couch, twisting her steaming body, her lips slightly parted, her breath as fragrant as an orchid...

She writhed like a fish out of water, her chest heaving up and down, her flawless skin gleaming seductively under the wine and the lights.

Desire burned in Micah's eyes, yet he didn't touch her but instead took off his coat, wrapped it around her half-naked body, picked her up and strode out.

arms, no longer

straight to the car and drove off

bodyguards wisely

from the Cloud Hotel, just

back entrance of the hotel,

Sadie up and immediately dropped

the other bathroom to shower when he heard a

bathtub, gasping

"Idiot!"

exasperated; if she drowned in

senseless by him, completely befuddled, lacking even the most basic self-care ability. With no choice, Micah had to hoist her up and bathe herhergive her a

last barrier and carefully washed

was smooth, pleasurable to touch, but marred with marks from her earlier

desire, a fiery longing flickering in his

be quite troublesome—tangled, complicated, and challenging to clean properly.

use one hand to keep her shoulders down, preventing her from slipping and choking on the bathwater.He tried to wash her hair, but found women's hair to be a real hassle,

her drowsy and groggy, he had to use one hand to hold her shoulders down

than an hour to finally finish the

placed her on the couch before sitting down to blow-dry her

flushed, lips slightly parted,