Chapter 703 - Wash Your Hands (2)

Eliot threw the little puppy to Lynn, then picked up the crutch at the table and walked to the bathroom step by step.

The two of them were in the same city, but they seemed to be in a long-distance relationship. Sydnee often stayed in the Tea Manor, while Eliot had to deal with various matters of the Britt Group. Occasionally, he would work overtime until very late. When they occasionally met, Sydnee was still not used to it and was a little reserved. Moreover, there would always be many people by her side. Eliot could not find a chance to be alone with her. The last time they kiss would be traced back to the time when they met Marquise in the hotel.

Sydnee washed her hands and face in the bathroom. She felt that she was probably stimulated by the scene in the kitchen, so she did that.

She scratched her head frantically and thought, I can use my head! Why would I use my mouth?

In fact, during this period of time, Eliot had been very nice to her. He had been very considerate in all aspects. Occasionally, he would give her some small gifts. Every time they met, he would take care of her emotions. However, the two of them had very little time to be alone. Because there were people everywhere. Moreover, everyone liked to gossip in the Tea Manor. She did not dare to bring people into the room at all. Firstly, she was worried about others gossiping about them, secondly, she still worried about what he would do after entering the room. More importantly, she did not seem to be ready yet. What if ... He was trying to do something else.

Sydnee patted on her face. Most importantly, her parents ... she hadn't told them yet. Her parents had thought that Eliot was a good person, but at that time, he still had the identity tag of the Britts. Now, there were so many rumors. Her parents believed the rumors and felt that Eliot was not a member of the Britt family. They even told Sydnee not to interact with the Britts. For this reason, Sydnee even had a big fight with them.

The heavy sound of crutches hitting the floor came from behind. She looked up at the mirror. He had already arrived behind her. He stood his crutch by the wall and came over to wash his hands. He looked at her in the mirror and asked, "Why are you running?"

"No, I just came over to wash my hands," She stuttered.

He washed his hands again.

He wiped his hands and waited patiently by the side. After she finished washing her hands, she said to him, "Then you ... continue, I'm leaving."

"Are you hiding from me?" He laughed.

"No." She shook her head and said with a forced smile, "How could that be?"

"Then stand closer." He said.

She didn't say anything and didn't move.

The distance between the two of them was less than half a meter, and he even let her get closer...

"Why?" He was leaning against the sink. He was dressed in a suit and had a white shirt underneath. His clean temperament was different from Trevor's. His facial features were bright and clear. After the gloom features on his face disappeared, he showed a bit of the steadiness of an adult. He had drunk a lot of wine, and the sound of his throat was a little low. It was as if he was drunk. "Are you afraid I will eat you?"

"Are you drunk?" Sydnee looked into his eyes and said.

He smiled and pressed his finger against his brows. "Are you afraid that I'll recognize the wrong person? Or..." He reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

"Are you afraid that I'll kiss the wrong person?" he asked, his lips touching each other.

There was a training room on the first floor. There were all the training facilities such as punching bags and boxing ring. Jaquan looked around but could not find Emma. He accidentally pushed the door open and entered the room. The fine sunlight shone through the window and into the room. Jaquan clicked his tongue," Vincent is really generous."

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw a person standing in front of a sandbag.

He took a few steps forward, "Emma?"

When she heard the noise, she looked back at him. Jaquan breathed a sigh of relief. "Why are you here? I found you..."

Before he could finish his words, a fist wind swept over. Jaquan instinctively dodged this punch and then looked at Emma in disbelief, "You..."

She looked at him with unfocused eyes, then raised her leg and chopped straight down from Jaquan's head.

He was dodging hurriedly. This was different from the previous time. Previously, she was drunk and had injured one of her legs. Now, her arms and legs were fine and her attacks were fierce.

"Baby! It's me! Jaquan!" He ran to the back of the sandbag and howled, "I'm your husband! Jaquan! Your darling!"

She paused, and he thought she remembered who he was, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw her leap into the air and jump onto the sandbag in the next second, her slender legs flanking from both sides, towards his head.

Jaquan was frightened.

"My life is over."