President's Naughty Sweetheart

Chapter 41: Giving her gifts

When she woke up the next morning, Ella couldn't help screaming at the sight of a man in the room. But on hearing her hoarse voice, she immediately covered her mouth in embarrassment.

Wearing a bathrobe, Aiden seemed to have just had a shower. He said sarcastically with obvious disdain in his black eyes, "Why are you crying again in the early morning?

Didn't you cry enough last night? All the servants did not sleep well because of your noise..." After casting her a flirtatious glance, he walked towards the cloakroom.

At the moment, she was left alone in the spacious bedroom. She stood up and noticed the revealing nightdress she was wearing. 'She knew it was not her clothes!'

She wondered whether it was the clothes another woman left there. Cringing at the thought, she took the dress off at once and threw it on the carpet.

Her fair smooth skin, if not covered with teeth marks, should have been perfectly beautiful. The previous teeth marks had disappeared, thanks to the imported ointment the housekeeper gave her.

The housekeeper told her then, "This is the ointment for you from Mr. Aiden. He said he disliked scars."

So she accepted the ointment for fear that the embarrassing teeth marks would remain. Her skin recovered within just two days.

But now the marks all over her body really bothered her...

"Are you satisfied with the marks I've left on you?" Aiden was now back in the bedroom with his trousers on. He was buttoning his shirt, admiring Ella's body blatantly.

Frightened at his sudden appearance, she immediately hid beneath the quilt, showing only half her head. She asked timidly, "Last night...How did I come back?"

She didn't remember anything...

But now she affirmed one thing. Her sex dream last night was real. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Her sore body was the most direct proof.

"Don't be so cheesy, Ella. Stop covering. Which part of your body I haven't seen? Get dressed and put on makeup. You only have ten minutes. 1,000 deduction from your salary for each extra minute. Don't doubt my words. I'm not joking with you. Start timing now..." He turned back towards the cloakroom.

"A deduction of 1,000 for each minute..." she murmured, getting up hurriedly. She grabbed the shirt Aiden had dropped on the carpet and put it on.

The black gown she wore last night had been torn into rags...

To get out of the bedroom she had to pass the cloakroom. Ella meant to go out ignoring him, but Aiden stopped her, saying, "The servant has put your clothes in my wardrobe."

She reluctantly turned around, revealing her long white legs. Having a look at him, she opened the wardrobe next to him. There were really a row of women's clothes, which were hard to tell if one did not look closely.

Because her old clothes were interspersed with a pile of new clothes, at least a hundred. The servant had distinguished her clothes from the new ones by color.

Seeing her standing stunned and motionless, Aiden looked at his designer watch, kindly reminding her, "Five minutes have passed."

His words prompted Ella into picking clothes swiftly. She even broke her record of getting dressed. It took her only one minute to put on the clothes, and then she rushed into the bathroom with a designer makeup case.

But he suddenly remembered her unparalleled beauty last night, which was enough to worry him. Striding into the bathroom, he pulled her arm and walked out.

"Where are we going? I haven't put on makeup yet..."

"There's no point! Anyway you are ugly whether you wear make-up or not!

'He said she was ugly?' She was astounded! Even if she was not extraordinarily beautiful, she grew up with compliments on her beauty or loveliness at least...

She let him pull her out of the bedroom with a sullen face. Aiden held her heels in the hand, with his suit on his arm.

Ella hurriedly followed him barefoot. When they went downstairs passing through the living room, several middle-aged maids were surprised at the sight of Aiden holding her arm.

He thrust her into the co-pilot, together with her heels, closing the door for her and going towards the driver's seat.

Within ten seconds his Maybach drove off the villa.

Five minutes later, Aiden asked her, "What do you want for breakfast? I want to dine out today."

Ella looked at him angrily. 'She had to follow him in a rush just because he wanted to dine out?'

She looked at the time and said, "Mr. Hill, if you hurry to attend the meeting, you can go first. But why do you bring me? It's too early for my work..."

Seeing she was so reluctant to get up early, Aiden raked up the past. He said coldly, "If I hadn't come to the company for you first when I came back, you would have been slept by the marketing manager James last night!"

'That he hadn't been in the company nor returned to the villa was because he had gone abroad...'

But his words startled her. She blushed and asked awkwardly, "What exactly do you mean? Manager James?"

Casting a glance at the confused woman, he explained patiently, "Your food were drugged last night. I found you at the door of the women's washroom. You would have been taken away if I had been a little late."

Ella recalled her symptoms in the washroom last night, realizing that it was not because she had eaten bad food...

"Why are you so sure that my food was drugged?"

He tensed when he thought of her last night, sneering, "It's a pity that I was so preoccupied with acting as your antidote that I did not film how slutty you are last night..."

Looking at his regretful eyes, she flushed with embarrassment. 'The woman in his description was absolutely not her!"

'Did she really get drugged?

Who could it be?'

Having a glimpse of her, her head bowing and speechless, Aiden said, "I will find out about this. You are my woman now. Nobody dare bully you."

His overbearing way of speaking surprised her. She suddenly thought of the row of new clothes and could not help asking, "Those... the clothes in your closet are for me? And the designer make-up... Whose nightgown I wore this morning?"

He looked at her in a way as if he was looking at an idiot. He said, irritated, "You are such an idiot! They are for you! Who else?"

"Why did you buy those for me?" She was uneasy, because she rarely accepted others' gifts, even when she was in a relationship with Benjamin during college.

But now many of Aiden's gifts were over 100,000 dollars. She balked at the idea of wearing such expensive clothes.

Thinking for a few minutes, he did not know how to answer her question. He only knew that he thought they would look nice on her when he was abroad and asked Miles to buy them.

Glimpsing Ella who sat sideways waiting for his answer, he was irritated and shouted, "You are so picky! I give them to you, OK? Don't ask so many questions！"