TB

CHAPTER 100

Click.

The lock was unlocked, and the door opened. He was quite late today.

“Hi.”

Always the same, boring greeting.

“Daisy.”

However, the name is different today.

‘Daisy…?’

Bella was usually a mischievous b*tch. Sally when crushed underneath. Riddle when he treated her as an enemy. That was his own rule.

But so far, Daisy hadn’t been subject to that rule.

The man came straight towards her as she looked at him with confused eyes.

‘… He’s drunk.’

His posture was angled as if he were measuring it with a ruler as usual, but as the distance narrowed, the smell of whiskey became stronger. As he came closer to the side of the bed, she could clearly see that the focus in his eyes had relaxed.

‘Why did the man who came here to drink already come here drunk today?’

The moment she tilted her head, the man gently raised his lips. Perfectly symmetrical mouth and gentle eyes… It was a real smile that was hard to see.

He held out his hand to a dazed Grace.

“Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“You promised to play in my room.”

“When did I make that promise?”

Instead of holding her hand, Winston lifted her up by the blanket. Instead of carrying her on his shoulders like he had done when he carried her to the bathroom, he held her in his arms like a princess. He even removed the shackles and walked out of the torture room.

Grace adjusted the blanket and squinted nervously at the surroundings.

Fortunately, no one saw her naked body, wearing only a blanket, stockings, and a dog leash. Perhaps because it was late or because he had left the soldier for a moment, like when he was taking a walk around the office, there was no one in the sparsely lit hallways and staircases.

Grace asked as they continued to climb the stairs after passing the second floor where the office was.

“Where are you going?”

“We’re going to my room.”

The man responded by asking why she was bothering to ask what he had already said and started walking down the third-floor hallway.

At this hour, he was going to the bedroom instead of the office.

“My bed is too good for you.”

He was serious about what he said on the day of her arrest, and he had never taken her to the bedroom before.

‘Oh my god, how drunk is he?’

Meanwhile, she buried her nose in the back of his neck, where his tie was neatly tied, and sniffed. A smiling breath passed over her cheek, and lips that were hotter than ever touched her forehead.

Grace, who had no intention of engaging in a tickling display of affection, immediately raised her head at him. The man put her down in front of the bedroom and opened the door before he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the bed.

“Why are we here? Your bed to me…”

Just when she was about to sarcastically say that it was too much for her, Grace’s eyes wavered.