Married to the Scandalous Billionaire

18. Threatened

"I'm not going out as long as there are no clothes I can wear!" exclaimed Beverley, who then closed the bathroom door quite loudly.

Brent snorted. "Whatever," he muttered coldly. He left Beverley and started busy with his laptop and work.

Meanwhile, Beverley waited patiently in the bathroom. However, after a long time, no one came to deliver her clothes. She gets annoyed. Did Brent trick her?

She opened the door again and asked, "Brent, why isn't it here yet?!"

Brent didn't answer her question. She got impatient and stepped out of the bathroom to see if he was still in the bedroom.

Brent's voice came from the living room. The man is on the phone with someone. Beverley only heard a few sentences before the man finally hung up. Right after that, there was a knock on the door.

Then Brent opened the door, which immediately showed Jace carrying several large paper bags. "Sir, these are clothes for Madam."

"Okay. You are free tonight. Do whatever you want," said Brent, taking over the paper bags.

Jace immediately smiled broadly. "Thank You! Then good night. I won't bother you," he said, then quickly closed the door and bolted away before Brent could change his mind.

Brent just snorted. He turned around and saw Beverley, who was hiding half of her body behind the dividing wall between the bedroom and the living room. The woman immediately demanded, "Give it to me!"

"You're the one who had to come here," replied Brent with a smirk. He walked over to the sofa and sat there casually. The paper bags were placed on his sides.

Beverley was forced to take the paper bags. She walked quickly and grabbed them until one of them fell. Reflexively, she bent down to pick it up.

Brent's eyes immediately caught her cleavage hiding under the bathrobe. It looks so soft and tempting. He could almost see her breasts if Beverley didn't get up quickly.

"What do you see, Mr. Oliver?!" Beverley glared at him before running out of the living room.

"Damn it...." Brent hissed softly, which only he could hear. Beverley's body didn't look like it had any flaws, but why was her attitude so indifferent, hard-to-get, and difficult? It just made him curious about her body.

He wanted to take off Beverley's bathrobe and see for himself what was behind it. What do her breasts look like? How would it feel in his hand if he touched it without any barriers?

He wanted to lick her nipples and hear her moan. Imagining those things only made Brent's cold brain heat up again. Moreover, the scent of the soap Beverley used still wafted into his nose.

"Argh, damn it!"

Moments later, Beverley reappeared. The woman was wearing a long summer dress that was not suitable for sleeping at night. That made Brent frown.