Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 557: Chapter 556: Am I Disgraceful? Huh?

Yancy Hastings shot Fiona Sutton a glare, then snatched the towel to wipe his face. ”Don’t talk while you’re brushing your teeth.”

Honestly, looking at her now... she was just so wild! What in the world had possessed him to come here and sleep with her?

Yancy Hastings couldn’t figure it out, so he decided to stop thinking about it altogether. He promptly squeezed toothpaste onto his brush and started brushing.

Watching his smooth, fluid motions, Fiona Sutton rolled her eyes and silently swore a few times.

Nia Mitchell came looking for Fiona Sutton, but to her surprise, all the girls from their class had tagged along.

What in the world was going on? The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Eventually, she figured they were probably afraid Fiona would just take off.

”Fiona Sutton?”

Nia Mitchell had a room key. Fiona Sutton was notoriously hard to wake up when asleep, so Nia didn’t hesitate to unlock the door and walk right in.

”Hmm?”

Fiona Sutton thought she heard someone calling her name. Toothbrush still in her mouth, she walked out of the bathroom. Only when she saw so many people gathered there did she register her current state and the scene before her.

”Ah! You guys...” Fiona Sutton’s mouth was full of toothpaste foam, making her words unintelligible. Flustered, she became even more tongue-tied. ”Ah...”

Completely flustered, Fiona Sutton spun around, rushed back into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.

”What do I do?!”

Before Yancy Hastings could even ask what was wrong, Fiona Sutton, her mouth still full of foam, accidentally sprayed it towards him.

Time seemed to freeze. Fiona Sutton’s expression stiffened. She quickly grabbed the towel, wiped his face, and then rinsed her own mouth out.

”What am I going to do? Nia Mitchell is here, and so are a bunch of girls from class!”

Fiona Sutton was really starting to panic. Why did it feel like these people were here to catch them in the act? This was an absolute disaster! Why did things have to turn out like this?!

”What do you mean, ’what do I do’?” Yancy Hastings calmly rinsed his mouth, then splashed water on his face.

”I can’t let people know that *I* am here with a tasteless guy like you!”

This kind of scene, in this kind of place... even if she had a hundred mouths, she couldn’t explain her way out of this, could she?!

Seeing her so agitated, Yancy Hastings frowned. ”So, being with me is shameful?”

He hadn’t even started to find her beneath him, and she was already looking down on him! This feeling really fucking sucks!

”Of course, it’s shameful! Don’t you dare ruin my reputation.” Fiona Sutton pointed at him, bluntly threatening.

What if... she locked Yancy Hastings in the bathroom later, and then she and Nia Mitchell and the others could leave? That was the best plan! Perfect! It was the only way to fool everyone. But would Yancy Hastings cooperate?

Fiona Sutton turned to look at Yancy Hastings, who was standing off to the side. He seemed taken aback by her stare.

”You still have a reputation?”

With this brat’s personality, ’reputation’? Did she even have such a thing? Probably no one would believe her even if she claimed to. Why didn’t she want him to go out? Yancy Hastings’s mind started racing. Given Fiona Sutton’s usual disregard for what others thought, her unwillingness to let them know he was here could only mean one thing... There was a boy she liked in this class. Yes, that had to be it! Definitely!

Instantly, Yancy Hastings seethed with anger. ”So, *I’m* shameful? Hmm?”

Yancy Hastings advanced on her step by step, until he had her pinned between the wall and his arm.

”I... I...” Fiona Sutton was at a loss for words; the noises from outside the door had completely derailed her train of thought.

”Fiona Sutton? Fiona Sutton, what’s wrong?” Nia Mitchell knocked on the door.

It’s so strange, Nia thought. Why did Fiona Sutton have that expression when she saw us? And why did she immediately lock herself in the bathroom?