Chapter 1243: Chapter 1238: Assistant Zhao, Aren’t You Tempted at All?
"Alright." Harry Zachary turned off the ignition. With Madam’s words, as her assistant, he could only get out of the car and go in to fetch it; it wouldn’t be appropriate to have her bring it out.
Harry Zachary followed closely behind Josephine Hawthorne into the villa. In the hall, Henry Hargrave was leaning back in his wheelchair watching TV, alone, while the maids were busy with their own tasks.
"Xiao Juan, the weather is good today, take Mr. Hargrave out for a walk!" As soon as she entered the hall, Josephine Hawthorne raised her voice and shouted. Xiao Juan responded and jogged out from the kitchen, "Madam, you’re back."
"Yes," Josephine Hawthorne carried her handbag and walked toward the staircase with her chin raised, "Take Mr. Hargrave out for some fresh air."
"Yes, Madam." Xiao Juan responded, picked up the blanket from the sofa and draped it over Henry Hargrave’s legs, then began to push him outside, saying, "Sir, let’s go out for some fresh air."
"Uh...uh..."
Henry Hargrave pointed towards the TV, as if indicating that he didn’t want to go outside, but with Madam’s order, how could the maid dare to disobey? She continued pushing Henry Hargrave out the door, saying, "Sir, breathing some fresh air will help you recover faster,"
Josephine Hawthorne walked to the bottom of the stairs, noticing Harry Zachary hadn’t followed; she stopped, holding her purse with one hand and the stair railing with the other, turning around, "Assistant Zhao, come up."
"Madam, I’ll just wait here." Harry Zachary stood in the middle of the hall, curling his lips with an awkward smile.
Josephine Hawthorne raised her brows, her expression turning far more serious, "Come up and collect it."
After speaking, she turned back and continued up the stairs.
Harry Zachary pressed his lips together, hesitated for a moment then had no choice but to follow her upstairs.
Entering the room, Josephine Hawthorne set down her handbag on the sofa and spoke to Harry Zachary, who stood outside the door with his hands hanging down, "Come in and have a seat."
Then she walked directly towards the full-length mirror beside the cabinet, raised her hand, and started slowly unbuttoning the diamond-studded coat.
Harry Zachary stepped in, sat down on the sofa, with his hands placed neatly on his knees, looking very proper.
Josephine Hawthorne had already unfastened all the diamond buttons, then extended her arms and looked through the mirror at Harry Zachary, instructing, "Come here, help me remove the coat."
Harry Zachary...
Hesitated for a moment, but had to get up and walk over, helping Josephine Hawthorne slip off the coat and then walked toward the nearby coat rack.
Josephine Hawthorne observed Harry Zachary’s silhouette in the mirror, her lips curling into a subtle smile.
Seeing Harry Zachary return to the sofa, she walked over and sat beside him, then turned her back to him, "Help me unbutton the back."
Harry Zachary...
His fingers twitched slightly on his knee for a moment, awkwardly saying, "Madam, this..."
"What? I can’t command you?" Josephine Hawthorne turned her head back, still keeping her back to Harry Zachary, her brows lightly raised showing obvious displeasure.
Harry Zachary hesitated for a second, then had to raise his hand and place his fingers on the button at the back of her neck.
Josephine Hawthorne was wearing a chiffon floral blouse, tight-waisted and short, with a lace-trimmed collar, a row of buttons neatly aligned on the back.
Such designs usually require assistance from others to put on or take off.
Harry Zachary expressionlessly unbuttoned the last one, and as all the buttons were undone, Josephine Hawthorne’s back was fully exposed to the air, her dark red bra, setting aside the waist flab, her skin was extraordinarily fine among women, pale as porcelain.
Harry Zachary kept his eyes on his nose, his nose in his heart, completely unmoved, after completing the button unfastening, he turned back, his hands just returned to his legs, when his wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by Josephine Hawthorne.
Facing Harry Zachary’s eyes, which were like still water, she smiled charmingly, saying, "Assistant Zhao, are you not tempted at all?"
