His Domineering Lover

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: William Griffith, you cannot mess around Chapter 382: Chapter 382: William Griffith, you cannot mess around Cherish Turner also needed to take a bath before going to sleep, but she didn’t dare go to the bathroom in her own house downstairs as she was afraid of being alone.

“You can take a bath too, your clothes are here.”

How ambiguous these words sounded… Tsk tsk tsk…

Cherish pressed her lips together, unable to find a reason to refute, and had no choice but to put the quilt down and quickly take a bath in the bathroom. She sat cross-legged on the floor with a mattress, holding a dry towel in her hand, wiping her long hair.

“Come here.” He suddenly called out in a deep voice.

Cherish looked over suspiciously, and he beckoned her with his eyes. She stood up, took the dry towel, and walked in front of him. He grabbed her hand, asked her to sit beside him, and snatched the towel from her hand to dry her wet hair. His body had the same shower gel scent as hers, but it smelled even better than usual.

“Cherish.” He called her name.

“I’ll just sit for a while, and once my hair dries, I’ll go back.” Cherish’s heart skipped a beat, and while her hair was still wet, she quickly found an excuse.

William Griffith, however, hugged her and picked her up sideways.

Cherish was suddenly shocked, “Hey, William Griffith, you can’t mess around like this…”

softly attacked her. She felt dizzy and weak, and the next moment, she was lying on the bed. Her face flushed, and her breathing became rapid. He gently touched her,

here tonight.” He said and kissed

and he had

the lights were off, and the apartment

down. The sky outside the window was getting brighter in the

the darkness, Cherish closed her eyes and leaned closer to him,

was awakened by a phone call. She was still half-asleep, vaguely hearing his deep male voice on the phone with someone. When the sound stopped, she turned over, and

towards her and suddenly picked

and opened her eyes wide, but he looked innocent, frowning, as if the call had also troubled him, “When will

have him staying

Tanigawa?

now? She had spent another night away from home! And William Griffith actually

and went downstairs in a daze. Then she returned to

eyes, looking at her. He hadn’t

come back all night, and he didn’t need to guess who she

sleep well last night?” Even Tanigawa Kenichi himself didn’t notice how sour

with a “yes” and avoided his gaze as if he were