Mrs. Lawson Is So Sexy and Gallant

Chapter 22 Lemuel Is Out of Control

"I need water!" he suddenly roared.

Verena was startled. She couldn't help shivering. Sammy also frowned, but he was still sleeping.

Lemuel slumped into the soft sofa. His handsome face turned to be annoyed, "I need water!"

It was at the middle of the night. If he kept shouting, all the other people would be woken up.

Though she hated him, all servants had fallen into sleep already. She didn't want to wake them up just

because of a glass of water.

Verena had no choice but to carefully put Sammy on another sofa. Then she served Lemuel a glass of

water, "Here you are!"

The scent of alcohol from his body smelt so strong that she felt a bit suffocated.

He still kept his eyes closed while dragging his own shirt. He soon drained the glass of water and

raised it up in front of her, "More!"

Verena glared at him while hearing that.

She didn't expect that he would be so restless when being drunk. She took the glass and stood still.

She tried to suppress her anger, "You have water in your own room! Just go back to drink yourself!"

Sammy, who was lying on the sofa, started to move a bit. If she kept arguing with Lemuel, it would

definitely wake him up.

"I need water here! Get off if you can't give me water!"

Verena gritted hard. She was overwhelmed by an urge to hit his face with the glass.

At this moment, a servant named May entered the parlor and said to Verena with respect, "Miss Moore,

welcome back."

"May, why don't you sleep?"

"I know that Mr. Lemuel is drunk when hearing his voice. So I cook some soup to help him sober up.

Miss Moore, please feed him for me."

Verena was stunned, "But May, I…"

"Sorry to bother you, Miss Moore. But Mr. Lemuel's third brother, Mr. Eden, has just come back from

abroad. So I have to go to his apartment to clean it up. Though Mr. Lemuel looks cold and repellent, he

actually behaves himself when getting drunk."

Before Verena could figure out an excuse to refuse, May handed her a bowl of soup and then hurried to

leave.

Verena didn't even have time to refuse.

After a while, she took Lemuel to his room.

It was a spacious bedroom with deluxe decoration. And the room was overwhelmed with a scent of

male hormone, in which there was only a dim light turned on. The whole room was illuminated with

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Lemuel lay on the bed with his white shirt half opened, looking wild and domineering. He had Roman

nose and his thin lips kept pressed. He looked quite sexy at this moment.

Verena still held great grudge against him. She stared at him coldly and patted on his shoulder, "Turn

around!"

He frowned and suddenly reached out his hand to drag her down. Verena then fell onto her chest

unexpectedly.

Though there was a shirt between them, she could still feel his strong pec muscle clearly, which was

deadly appealing to all women.

Her heart couldn't help beating fast as if it were about to break free from her chest.

She tried to support herself up from his chest. However, as soon as she just moved, Lemuel noticed

that and turned around to pin her down instantly.

Verena was surprised with her eyes wide opened. She pushed him on his heated chest out of instinct,

"Get off me! Sober up!"

'What's wrong with him? That's the way he behaves himself?'

However, Lemuel was totally lost in his own thought. He just simply ignored her words.

He slightly opened his eyes, where there seemed to be burning with desire. He suddenly pinched her

jaw hard and bent over to kiss her red lips.

Verena was totally rendered stunned. She froze still, having no idea what to do.

His heated finger almost burnt her soft skin. His every single touch made her feel like being shocked by

bolt, which went all over her body and made her feeble.

At the same time, Lemuel reached out his hand to touch the lower part of her body.

Suddenly, she seemed to feel that she was stripped off instantly. Her face turned pale and she kept

struggling, "What are you doing? Get off me! Now!"

However, her fierce struggle seemed to irritate him, who was less patient.

Sweat welled up her forehead out of fear.

She was so frightened and tried to push his chest hard, "Get off me! You bastard! Get off!"

However, as domineering as he always was, he wouldn't stop.

…

In the next morning, the glowing sunlight came straight through the window screening. And then it shed

on a huge queen bed, on which Verena was lying. Her face was fair and flawless. She looked soft and

tender at this moment.

After quite a while, her eyelashes moved a bit. She frowned and then opened her eyes slowly.

She was overwhelmed with a bang of pain all over as if she was crushed by a truck. She felt weak and

feeble. As she started to sober up, she gradually recalled what happened last night. At the thought of

that, she couldn't help clenching her fists and biting her lips hard.

Her mind was messy and filled with panic. She curled herself up at the corner while covering herself

with quilt.

What should she do? She had never expected to get into such big trouble.

Mixed feelings surged up in her heart and she even felt a bang of headache. What was worse, it didn't

seem to stop for a while. She had no idea how to face this awful consequence.

Suddenly, the door of bathroom sounded as it was opened. Lemuel, who wrapped his waist with a bath

towel, walked out and stared at her. Then he smiled mockingly, "How ambitious you are! I don't think it

does good to you if you still remain to be greedy!"

"What do you mean?" Verena raised her head to stare at him.

Lemuel sat down on a sofa and held up a glass of wine. Then he said casually, "You got the money

from my old man and you still want to fulfill your own sexual desire, don't you?"

When hearing that, Verena was burning with anger. Then she sneered, "What a bastard! You even

blame me for this?"

Hearing that, Lemuel squinted and sneered, "What do you mean?"

"You should know what I mean!" Verena kept sneering and continued, "If it weren't because you pinned

me down, I would never wake up on your bed!"