"You... you... get out, you pervert!" The girl’s face bore a furious blush, her slightly chubby oval face with pouting lips looked so cute.
Her eyelashes were very dense.
Pearl-like teardrops hung on her fan-like curled lashes, fluttering like feathers, unwittingly sweeping across David Redington’s slightly stunned deep eyes.
"I... I’m sorry, I didn’t realize..." David Redington was also startled by the child.
He motioned to pull the curtain and leave.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, "Leslie, why haven’t you co out yet? I’m coming in..."
David Redington’s gaze paused.
Even he, who was usually unflappable, was caught off guard by the situation at hand.
"You, co in quickly..." The porcelain-like hand suddenly grasped David Redington’s hand.
Next, he was dragged into the changing room by the still sowhat immature-looking girl.
The changing room was a temporary setup, barely big enough for one person to stand.
David Redington, fully dressed, in this unguarded situation, embraced a warm, tender body.
The curtain blocking the view returned to its original state.
At the sa mont, the door to the lounge was pushed open from outside.
"Leslie, they are asking to see your costu outside, what’s going on, why aren’t you coming out?"
The person who ca in was Leslie Howard’s agent, also her cousin, Irene Stephenson.
Because they were closely related, her tone wasn’t as cautious as it was with others.
"Cousin, wait a mont, I can’t co out now..." Leslie Howard had just responded when the man holding her suddenly stepped back a bit, seemingly to put so distance between them.
But this action caused his arm to inadvertently brush across her chest.
"Ah..." Leslie Howard couldn’t help but gasp.
"What’s wrong, Leslie?" Irene Stephenson felt it strange and went to pull the curtain.
Leslie Howard imdiately grabbed the curtain, "It’s nothing, cousin... I, I can’t co out right now, Little Yvonne took my clothes."
Earlier, Leslie Howard was standing naked in the changing room when David Redington suddenly opened the curtain, and in a mont of urgency, she could only pull him inside.
After she pulled him in, the two were hugged together in a position with her facing outward and him with his back outward.
Now, to hold the curtain, Leslie Howard had no choice but to press her entire body against David Redington.
Her hand, slipping under his arm, tightly grasped the curtain.
Although David Redington was wearing an overcoat, it wasn’t buttoned up.
Leslie Howard nestled in his embrace, the only barrier between them a thin cashre sweater.
Feeling the soft, tender body of the child and her sweet breath, even the usually cold and distant David Redington felt different for the first ti.
"Little Yvonne took your clothes? What is that girl up to, rebelling?" Irene Stephenson seed very angry, still cursing outside.
"You wait, I’ll call her right now. Really, she’s been so careless in such a short ti..."
The cousin’s voice was intermittently coming from outside the changing room, but Leslie Howard was no longer able to process her words.
She was completely dazed.
She felt sothing pressing against her lower abdon.
Realizing what it might be... her face, out of shyness and unfamiliar emotions, suddenly flushed pink.
Her beautiful eyes shimred, her dense lashes fluttering.
Leslie Howard stood dazed in place, nestled in David Redington’s embrace, not daring to move an inch.
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