Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

It was late, and if James dropped Esther home now, it might give off the wrong impression. To establish a good rapport with his future in-laws, James devised a plan and decided to let Esther stay at his place for the night.

When James arrived home, Esther was leaning over the side of the bed, still throwing up. Not only were his sheets soiled, but there was also vomit all over the carpet and Esther herself.

James's tolerance for messiness reached its limit. He donned gloves and a mask, then lifted her up and placed her in the bathtub before turning on the shower.

Despite being inebriated, Esther woke up immediately upon getting drenched. Startled to find herself in the bathtub with a masked man, she screamed loudly. "Ahhhh!!!"

James controlled his anger. "Behave yourself, Esther!"

frightened, fell

apparent, including what she was wearing underneath. Esther was on the verge of tears when she asked, "Can I do it myself?" Struggling to control his racing heart, James

on the bed, attempting to clear his mind. He rarely felt drawn to women, but seeing Esther trembling in the bathtub tempted him.

text notification. It wasn't his phone but Esther's. Despite knowing he

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his eyes, James realized who it was. He picked up Esther's phone and managed to unlock her phone without much effort. He had managed to guess it

went straight to the text and replied,

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the window, James's voice was low as he spoke into