Love After a Steamy Affair

Chapter 288:I Will Bring Her Back to the Old Mansion

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After the two went upstairs, Mrs. Winstead hung Gabriel’s suit jacket on the coat rack at the entrance. Once she had given it a proper thought, she felt that she should call the main residence to inform Old Master and Madam.

Mrs. Winstead could tell from the few times Young Master had brought Ms. Serenity back that he treated her differently from other women. But it was still shocking for him to bring her back as the young madam.

She walked to the sofa and dialed the phone number of the main residence.

But before someone could pick up from the other end of the line, a deep and powerful voice entered her ears. “Mrs. Winstead.”

Mrs. Winstead put the phone back in a panic. Then she whipped around to find Gabriel looking at her disdainfully from the stairs. She guiltily said, “Young Master.”

was wearing a black shirt, and with the lights in the corridor shining on him, he looked charmingly imposing. He had one hand in his pocket as he walked down the stairs elegantly like a

Mrs. Winstead with a heavy gaze. “Although you’re from the main residence, if 1 want

should at least tell Old Master and Madam about such a big

need to do your job well. 1’11 find time to bring her back

Mrs. Winstead fell silent.

“Young

Gabriel interrupted her as he took a cup and

the table. “After drinking the milk, go take a shower. You can use my toiletries first. We can buy whatever you need after work

was almost done sorting out her things when he entered. She placed her suitcase into the cabinet and took the milk beside her to

When he came out of the bathroom, she had just finished her milk. She took her pajamas from the closet and went

dealt with a few emails. When he returned to the bedroom, Serenity was already drying her hair. Her hair was combed to the side, revealing her fair neck. Her black hair was warm and lustrous. Under the light, it looked as if

face, giving her the gentle temperament of a daughter from a small family. She looked

straps made of silky and smooth. The hem reached her thighs, revealing the rest of her fair and slender legs. He did not know if it was because his vision was too good or the nightgown was too thin, but he could tell that she was

curled up into a faint smile. “Are you