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Chapter 9

Chapter 9

'...If Winston attacks me, is there any way to get out?'

There were many ways to get out. It was rare to find a way to escape undetected as a specially trained spy.

While she stood politely with her hands next to Winston, he turned to Sally. With his outstretched legs slid over the other knee, the sharp black nose lifted up and caught on the hem of Sally's skirt. As soon as she took a step back, he held out his empty hand to her.

Though his feet lifted the ends of her skirt like a mischievous boy, and his hand was like a gentleman.

"...Yes?"

Not knowing what to ask, she tilted her head. At that, Winston pointed to the ceiling with a hand holding a cigar. When she followed his hand, a black chandelier caught her eye.

As Sally glanced down again, he held out his hand again, pointing his eyes at the chandelier.

"If you wait on the sofa for a while..."

"Just do it."

"The dust will fall."

"It's your job to clean it up."

What kind of trick was this...?

Deeply buried in the leather backrest, he showed his strong will to keep getting hit by the dust falling from the chandelier.

'Yes. If I could hit your head with a duster, I'd gladly clean it up.'

With no choice, Sally eventually put down her bucket and picked up the duster in it.

She stopped as she tried to hold his hand, which was held out in front of her as stubborn as someone who had come to collect a debt. It would also be her job to erase her footprints when she went up to the desk with her shoes.

Standing on the desk and lifting one foot behind, she tugged at her thin shoelaces. As Sally pulled them apart, she grabbed the heels of her shoes with her hands and pulled them gently down.

From the moment her white stocking-covered feet were pulled out of the black shoes, Winston kept his eyes on her as if taking them off was an interesting spectacle.

His eyes ripped her open even at these everyday things like a newspaper.

The only way to get out of the uncomfortable gaze quickly was to do what was ordered quickly and leave. With that thought, Sally took his hand without hesitation and placed her knee on her desk.

"Ahh..."

It was just then Winston's hand fell off, and she was about to stand up with one foot on the desk. Sally grabbed his left foot, which had been sticking out of the edge of the desk. As the wind shook her body, she hurriedly put her hands on the desk.

She looked over her shoulder, lying face down like a sprinter right before starting. Perhaps, he will pull up her skirt. She hurriedly reached back with one hand and pressed the hem of her skirt, but stumbled.

His gaze was on something else entirely.

"Captain...?"

Winston grinned, not taking his eyes off Sally's toes. His thick thumb touched the soft flesh with the thin stockings in between and gently swept the gentle curves. From her toes to the back, goosebumps rose.

The sound of pain seemed to come out at the intentionally tickling touch. If she did, it was clear that it would be a promiscuous misunderstanding.

Sally bit her lips firmly.