C8 They Would be Honest with Each Other.

"What else do you want?"

With her back facing him, Connie asked.

"Did I allow you to leave?"

Holden lazily placed his hand on the edge of the bathtub and said indifferently.

"Otherwise, what else do you want?"

Did he want her to stay and watch him take a bath?

"The maid's duty is not just to put some water in the bathtub, but also to massage the employer."

"But... Mr. Henson, aren't you using a massage bathtub?"

Connie felt that this man was clearly looking for trouble.

"The machine is dead, but the human is alive. The machine's functions are limited, but the human's ability is infinite. Unless you admit that you're more useless than the machine."

"Then, why don't I help you massage after you finish bathing? After all, men and women shouldn't be intimate with each other!"

Connie was about to cry. She would never admit that she was more useless than the machine!

"This is an order! The contract we signed in the morning, did you forget it so quickly?"

In the end, Holden threw out his trump card, leaving her with no room to refuse.

Connie instantly teared up, unable to refute him.

It seemed that she could not escape tonight!

...

With determination, Connie closed her eyes and turned around.

To be honest, although she had touched his body in the morning, she could not help but tremble.

Especially when she accidentally saw that Holden was not wearing any clothes, it was hard for her to imagine touching his skin, or even further contact.

Perhaps because she was too nervous, Connie closed her eyes and fumbled forward. She accidentally knocked into the wall and stumbled again.

Then, she was in a tragic situation.

"Ah!"

Connie screamed. She could not control her body that was falling to the ground. She was so scared that she opened her eyes and flailed her hands in the air.

"Hey!"

Holden blurted out in a hurry.

Seeing her face about to touch the mother of the earth, Connie felt despair in her heart.

But at the critical moment, an unexpected hand suddenly wrapped around her waist and turned 180 degrees in the air.

With a splash, the water in the bathtub splashed out crazily because of the extra person.

"I'm... I'm saved!"

Connie patted her chest, which had been frightened. She looked like she had just been reborn.

Holden stared at the back of her head with a cold gaze. His voice was as cold as ice. "Your last capital is this face. Do you still want to make yourself look worse?"

Only then did Connie realize that she was sitting on Holden's lap in a very intimate manner.

She was so scared that she flailed in the water, wanting to get up. However, when she stood up, she realized that her clothes were all wet, revealing her body completely.

Therefore, Connie had no choice but to sit back down in the water. She did not know where to look.

When Holden saw this, his eyes revealed a hint of disdain, "I have already seen it once in the morning. I'm afraid that it isn't even a B."

Hearing that, Connie puffed out her chest in defiance and said, "Who said that? I'm almost C, okay?"

After saying that, she realized that she had been teased by this man again. Her face was so red that her neck was almost touching the ground. She put her hands on her chest and scolded, "You bastard!"

"If you are scolding someone, there is nothing else but this sentence?"

Holden smiled and shook his head. "Your language is lacking, and you are clumsy. From the beginning to the end, you have no good points at all. Maybe I should consider removing the contract..."

"No!"

Hearing that, Connie became anxious and said with an extremely agitated expression, "The contract has already been signed. How can you go back on your word?"

“Their decision to leave is because of your performance. Your performance just now made me very dissatisfied.”

Holden's tone was a little cold, and it sounded a little heartless.

Connie said anxiously, "It was an accident. I will make you satisfied."

She stood up from the bathtub in a hurry and wrapped herself in a towel. She quickly went behind Holden.

"You only have one chance to perform well."

With both hands on the edge of the bathtub, Holden leaned back with a lazy and indifferent expression.

How could Connie dare to slack off? Her hands immediately began to pinch holden's shoulders.

The strength was moderate and she pressed rhythmically. It was surprisingly comfortable.

Holden looked at Connie, who was immersed in her own thoughts, with some surprise. However, he did not say a word. Instead, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

However, during the process of pressing, Connie found some problems and said, "Mr. Henson, your shoulders have been suffering from a chronic illness because of sitting for a long time. Although you don't have a lump, I found that every time you press the acupoints, your body's nerves will react. Do you often feel sore and painful?"

"Can you tell?"

Holden raised his eyelids and replied indifferently.

"Sort of. I used to work for an old doctor. Although I wasn't very professional, I still knew a little. You need to massage often and you need to use a professional method to reduce the number of times you feel sore and painful. Otherwise, you will feel pain again and again."

"Oh?"

Holden raised his eyebrows with interest. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Since that's the case, then come and massage me often in the future."

"Hah?"

When Connie heard this, she panicked, "You must be joking, right?"

Do you want me to be honest with you every day?

No way!

Connie, you are indeed a pig. Why do you talk so much?

Now, you have dug a hole for yourself!

Holden knew that Connie must have a face full of regret. However, he could not say anything about it.

"This is an order! Otherwise..."

He hid the end of his sentence and threatened her.

Connie knew what he was going to say. He was going to terminate the contract.

In the end, she could only say with tears in her eyes, "I know."

Perhaps it was because of the bed, but on the first night after she moved in, Connie did not sleep well.

The next morning at seven o'clock, she went downstairs with a pair of panda eyes.

Just as he walked into the hall, he bumped into Holden who had just jogged back.

The man was wearing a red and white sports attire and running shoes. He looked especially tall and slender.

The bangs on his forehead were soaked in sweat. The transparent beads of sweat slid down his smooth cheeks. His delicate facial features were like carvings. His black eyes were as bright as black jade. Between his brows, there was a cold and dignified aura.

Even in such a refreshing morning, the man still had a fierce aura on him. It was unavoidable.