Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

Time seemed to pass a bit slowly. Foster Five sat in the courtyard, not even bothering to cover himself with the fox fur blanket, and the housekeeper watched them. Fifth Young Master was dressed a bit thinly, feeling worried inside.

In truth, no one really knew whether Fifth Young Master’s health was good or not. Wasn’t he dressed too lightly? Although charcoal braziers were lit all around, the air carried a chill, as winter had indeed arrived.

The housekeeper noticed Foster Five’s complexion seemed somewhat better than a couple of days ago, and cautiously offered another bowl of bird’s nest: ”Fifth Young Master, please have some while it’s hot. When the massage time gets longer, your stomach might get uncomfortable.”

Foster Five didn’t even glance at the housekeeper. He extended a hand, and the housekeeper quickly handed over the exquisite small bowl.

He took two sips and handed it back to the housekeeper, who quickly offered a cup of tea. Fifth Young Master always drank tea immediately after taking bird’s nest.

It was unclear why he was so enchanted; from childhood to now, Fifth Young Master never gave better things a glance. If he wanted to marry a wife, girls could be shipped by the boatload. Yet why did he take a liking to this kid Cecilia Wilson?

Still, the housekeeper didn’t dare say much. The Foster Family truly pampered Fifth Young Master excessively, to the point where no one could persuade him or make him change his mind.

The car hadn’t arrived yet, and the housekeeper was getting anxious. He eyed the little square table with the celadon tea cup, hoping it wouldn’t be casually thrown away and cost more money.

”Hello, Mr. Foster...” The boy entering with a thin figure couldn’t be anyone but Cecilia Wilson. It had been days since they last met, and upon arriving, he greeted Foster Five.

”Hello... Haha... Hello...” Foster Five laughed, his voice turning light as the wind. ”Cecilia Wilson, why did you suddenly come back? Weren’t you supposed to rest until next month?”

”There isn’t much happening at home, so I came out to earn some extra. During Spring Festival, the club gave thirty percent more for overtime.” Cecilia Wilson followed behind Foster Five, heading up to his bedroom, answering his questions as they walked.

”Do you need money?” Foster Five asked curiously, while starting to undress. Beneath the black sweater was a slightly lean yet defined body with clear, beautiful lines.

The firm abs and the sharply sculpted mermaid lines hid in his trousers. Cecilia Wilson bit his lip, stepped forward, and opened his toolbox to start preparations.

By the time he turned back, Foster Five had closed his eyes and lay prone on the divan.

Cecilia Wilson’s hands were unlike the previous master’s; his palms seemed thinner and softer, not as thick and solid, yet they suited him perfectly, offering immense comfort.

”Mr. Foster, I have something I want to tell you.” Cecilia Wilson’s hand moved down Foster Five’s back, gradually loosening the tense and knotted muscles inch by inch, as the oil in his palm released a light fragrance that spread through the room with the heat of the charcoal.

”What’s the matter? Just say it.” Foster Five was thinking, if Cecilia Wilson no longer works in this line, what would he do?

No way, he might just as well hire Cecilia Wilson. He could give him however much money he needed.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased. That would be best; whenever Cecilia Wilson was needed, he would come. Suddenly, money seemed like a great thing.

”I don’t know how to start. Actually, I...” Cecilia Wilson’s mind flickered to that ****’s commanding face, with ruthless eyes. He had no ability to resist, not even a little.

His heart filled with bitterness, yet showed no trace on his face.

”Just say it, what do you need? Are you having some trouble? You can leave it all to me. If someone’s bullying you, it’s fine, I’ll have them dealt with.” Foster Five happily said, but it was clear he was serious.

Can you deal with your mother? Cecilia Wilson chuckled faintly, then returned to a normal tone, speaking softly: ”I, I don’t even know where to start. I’m supporting my brother’s studies. Last year, he just went abroad and needs a lot of money. Working at the club brings money fastest, and my dad was a traditional medicine practitioner, so I have a foundation. But a girl working there can sometimes be troublesome, so...”

”How much do you need? I’ll give it to you.” Foster Five seemed not to grasp what Cecilia Wilson wanted to say, lying there enjoying those thin, soft hands soothing all muscle aches on his back.

”I mean, a girl, even in the most professional venue, can sometimes attract trouble, so actually I... am a girl...” Cecilia Wilson finished speaking, stopped the movements in her hand, waiting for a response.

That **** said if she got beaten to death, no one would be to blame, because she deceived people. But if another outcome? She had to accept it, regardless. Saying anything beyond that, she didn’t want to think about it, for it would be overwhelming.

”You’re a girl?” Foster Five abruptly sat up from the divan, his phoenix eyes incredulous as he looked at Cecilia Wilson.

Her face was small, short hair; her skin somewhat dark and lips slightly dull, her thin frame differing slightly from his image of women.

”Yes.” Cecilia Wilson stood up, smeared a bit of oil onto her face, removing the makeup balm instantly, revealing her small face. Foster Five saw her face, like peeling lychee, exposing skin as white and smooth as jade; lips red and teeth white, like a beauty walked out from a painting.

How could it be? She was a girl, yet when she got close, he didn’t feel uncomfortable, or allergic?

Moreover, he quite liked her being close?

Impossible...

Cecilia Wilson took off her coat, unbuttoned the loose shirt, and Foster Five’s eyes gradually widened. At last, he felt his nose heat up, hurriedly turned away: ”I... I understand...”

”Then what’s your real name?” Foster Five turned his back on Cecilia Wilson, not daring to look at her.

”My name is Cecilia Wilson, Cecilia from return journey. My mom’s last name is Wilson.” Cecilia Wilson briefly explained, having dressed up: ”If you think I’ve deceived you, I can return the previous money. Those times could be free service, I truly apologize.”

When Foster Five heard this, he felt a bit annoyed. Did she take him for someone so petty?

Did she always think he was petty? Foster Five recalled the incident of someone offering to hire her that day.

”No need.” His voice seemed a bit muffled; he didn’t know what to say to this Cecilia Wilson, because his heart was pounding too fast right now, his blood rampaging uncontrollably throughout his body, making it hard to breathe.

It had been years since such excitement...

”Then, should Master Chase come, or do you like my technique, and I continue the massage for you?” Cecilia Wilson spoke quietly, hoping Foster Five would switch to Master Chase, or else she dared not imagine what might happen in the future.

”You still.” Foster Five seemed not to have considered it, saying the sentence directly.

”From now on, don’t go to work. Whatever amount you need, I can give it to you. Just give massages for me alone.” Foster Five’s thoughts on those soft, delicate hands massaging other men made his mind rush unbearably.

”Just the normal rate is fine; I did want to take a break.” Cecilia Wilson spoke softly, then pointed to the fox-pelted divan, suggesting Foster Five continue.

He didn’t mind her being a girl, which was eerily terrifying for Cecilia Wilson, as if staring into a blinding future.

Foster Five indeed cooperated very well, lying down. When those little hands again touched his back, he couldn’t help but tremble slightly, gritting his teeth to resist the unusual sensation...

”Stay for dinner; I had the chef prepare two extra dishes.” After Cecilia Wilson finished the massage and Foster Five had dressed, he spoke gently.

”Okay.” Cecilia Wilson nodded, thoughts circling around that ****’s instruction: All my son wants, give it; cater to his comfort, or else...

That ”or else” was something she couldn’t afford to gamble with, so whatever Foster Five asked, she could only reply with okay, she could only comply.

Looking at the dishes on the table, far more than just two extra, Cecilia Wilson was startled by such a setup...

At least five or six people served the two eating, with the housekeeper carefully standing behind Foster Five, seemingly ready for his orders.

”Cecilia Wilson, what do you like to eat?” Not knowing her preferences, next time he would have the chef make some dishes. Men and women’s tastes differed; he really didn’t know what women preferred.

”I’m not picky.” The dishes were all extremely luxurious, she dared not choose. Her likes wouldn’t fit into this setting.

”I’m not picky either.” Foster Five humorously nodded, showing agreement.

The housekeeper’s head hurt from hearing this? Not picky? It’s the first time Fifth Young Master opened his eyes and spoke falsehoods. Is there anyone pickier than him?