NOVPUBChapter 998: Chapter 998: Not Afraid – 1 Chapter 998: Chapter 998: Not Afraid – 1 There’s no way Skyrise could collaborate with Rui Shi.
What on earth is Henry Hertz doing with Peggy Lewis’s business card?
Ignoring Lyke Zhekova’s words, Henry simply said, “Mr.
Zhekova, goodbye.
You don’t need to see me out.”
After all, he wasn’t one of Lyke Zhekova’s underlings, he had nothing to fear!
With that, Henry charged straight into his car and smoothly drove off.
Lyke Zhekova: “…”
Turning around again, Wallace Martin was also gone.
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Lyke Zhekova: “…”
Unable to grab either of them, Zhekova had no choice but to turn back home.
Peggy Lewis was waiting for him at home.
Just as he walked into his house, he saw Peggy studying the medicine Henry had given her.
“Let me see,” said Lyke Zhekova, sitting down next to Peggy.
Peggy handed the medicine to Lyke Zhekova as he requested.
Zhekova looked at the instructions.
It appears the medicine needed to be applied on the wound and massaged until absorbed.
“Do you have injuries anywhere else other than your arm?” Lyke asked.
“No, just my arm here,” Peggy pointed to her own arm.
“Jacob Zahn only grabbed my arm a few times.
I have no injuries anywhere else,” said Peggy.
In her current attire, which was a shirt, rolling up her sleeve to her elbow was already pushing the limit.
If she needed to treat her upper arm, she’d have to undo her collar.
Obviously, that wasn’t appropriate.
However, from Zhekova’s perspective, he didn’t see anything inappropriate about it.
He was just concerned that Peggy might think it’s inappropriate.
So he said, “You can’t roll your sleeve up to your upper arm, can you?”
“Come with me,” Zhekova said, and then got up.
Not knowing what Zhekova planned to do, Peggy could only follow.
She saw Zhekova walking inward.
Although Peggy had not had the chance to look around Zhekova’s house due to her unfit slippers, she knew that the deeper parts of a house usually had bedrooms.
Would Zhekova…bring her to his bedroom?
Just as she was thinking this, she was led by Zhekova into a room.
Once inside, she realized it was a dressing room.
It was filled with Zhekova’s clothes.
The size of the dressing room alone was comparable to her whole apartment.
Peggy stood at the door, motionless.
She saw Zhekova walk a few steps, then stopped, randomly picked up a white shirt and handed it to her, “Put this on first,” he said.
Peggy was confused.
Zhekova explained, “My shirt is larger, has wide sleeves and will be more convenient to roll up when applying the medicine.”
Without even trying on, Peggy knew that Zhekova’s shirt on her would be indeed loose.
The shirt fit perfectly on Zhekova’s body, but he was much taller than her.
Plus, his body shape was good.
His well-fitting shirt might even pass for a dress on her.
However, wearing his shirt was, in a sense, too intimate.
The mere thought warmed her all over, and she felt her strength drain away.
There was no way she could do that casually.
So, Peggy said to Zhekova, “Actually, I can manage to apply the medicine by myself.”
Without any more words, Zhekova stuffed his shirt into Peggy’s hands saying, “Be a good girl.”
With his command “be a good girl,” she felt her bones weak.
Then, Zhekova gently pushed her shoulder, leading them around a corner to another room.
“This is my bedroom.” Before Peggy could even react, she heard Zhekova’s voice from behind.
As if explosives went off in her head, Peggy finally noticed the layout of the bedroom in front of her.
The room was decorated mainly in shades of gray, and it was very spacious.
The color scheme felt a tad cold.
But it was indeed a highly masculine decor.
There were no extra decorations in the room.
Unlike her home, filled with cushions, dolls and a plethora of other ornaments.
Occasionally, she would add some nice ornaments she came across while shopping to her collection at home.
But Zhekova’s room only contained necessary items.
Nothing else.
The wall opposite the bed was bare, except for a scroll hanging on it.
It looked like a retractable projection screen.
A projector was hung in the corner of the ceiling at the head of the bed.
A floor lamp was beside the bed.
Against one wall, there was a narrow and long desk, flush with the wall.
A laptop was casually placed on it.
It seemed to be a convenient spot for a sudden influx of work, eliminating the need to go to the study room.
The other wall had a wardrobe built into it.
Considering the spacious dressing room she had just seen, she wondered what kind of clothes this wardrobe contained.
The side of the room adjacent to the window had a large floor-to-ceiling window, designed the same as those in the living room.
The view was incredibly expansive.
A carpet was laid in front of the bed, with a comfortable sofa sitting on top of it.
In front of the sofa, a low circular table was placed.
On the table was a tray, and on the tray was a set of crystal cups.
Without needing any explanation from Zhekova, Peggy could imagine the scene.
Zhekova, fresh out of the shower, sitting comfortably on the sofa at night.
Holding a crystal cup filled with light-brown colored whiskey.
Gazing at the breathtaking night view, he must be extremely relaxed.
“Change your clothes here,” Zhekova said, “We have a climate control system at home, so it’s not cold.”
The temperature was always maintained at a level most comfortable for the human body.
Having said that, Zhekova was the first to walk out.
Before closing the door, he said, “I’ll wait for you in the living room.
Come out after you’re done changing.”
“Hey…” Peggy wanted to call him back, but Zhekova had already closed the door and left.
Standing there, dumbstruck, Peggy stared at the men’s shirt in her hands.
She looked around Zhekova’s room, feeling very strange about changing clothes there.
The room smelled just like Zhekova’s personal scent: cedar.
Peggy couldn’t help but imagine many scenarios.
She thought that the bedroom must be the place where Zhekova spent most of his time at home.
That’s why it had the same scent as him.
Peggy swallowed, nervous as could be.
She felt enveloped by Zhekova’s scent.
She even wondered if his currently spread-out bedding also carried the same scent.
However, she didn’t dare lean over to smell it.
That would be too intrusive.
Peggy took a deep breath, closed the curtains, and started changing her clothes.
Even though they were high up and there were no other buildings at the same height, changing in front of such a large window, so brightly lit, she still felt a bit insecure.
Peggy took off her shirt and put it on Zhekova’s bed.
The sight of it was too suggestive.
She then picked up Zhekova’s shirt to put on.
As expected, Zhekova’s shirt was indeed very large.
The shoulder seams were on her upper arm.
