The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled Chapter 273: The Disguise

The bath bomb quickly fizzed and dissolved. The entire surface of the water in the tub was montarily covered in a layer of smooth, pale red, porous foam, bringing with it a rich rose fragrance that perated the enclosed space.

A mont later, his phone vibrated again. This ti, it was a ssage from Helen Lloyd.

[Intercepted the person.]

[Colin Grant has brought the boss into the room.]

Julian Sterling replied that he understood, then washed himself clean before stepping out. Julian Sterling was in no rush to get dressed. Instead, he stood in front of the mirror for a mont before pulling a few items out of his suitcase.

A jet-black, long, straight wig, accompanied by a flimsy silk dress featuring a figure-hugging design typical of won’s clothing. Looking at these items, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Although in his heart he truly did not want to disguise himself in such a manner, for the sake of the bigger picture at hand, Julian Sterling ultimately gritted his teeth and put it on. Each layer of soft silk slid smoothly down his body, bringing about an incredibly foreign sensation.

He stood before the bright mirror, ticulously adjusting the wig a bit, carefully concealing his masculine features to ensure he did not look too unsightly and appeared as feminine as possible. Finally, to cover up the awkwardness and the sheer dress underneath, he grabbed a thick cotton hotel bathrobe that was hanging neatly in the bathroom and quickly draped it entirely over his body, tightly tying the belt around his waist.

Having finished his preparations, Julian Sterling softly opened the door and walked out.

He deliberately walked along the wall, as this area was situated entirely within the blind spot of the super-miniature cara they had discovered earlier, so there was no fear of his face being exposed.

At this mont, striking his eyes was the image of the tall man lying flat on his back upon the excessively spacious bed. The leather shoes on his feet had not even been taken off, and the suit he wore was thoroughly disheveled and wrinkled. One of Ethan Caldwell’s sturdy arms rested lightly over his forehead, obscuring half of his face, while his chest heaved with an incredibly chaotic and heavy breathing rhythm; perhaps he was currently enduring an extre level of discomfort caused by the effects of the drug.

Standing from afar, Julian Sterling was completely unable to determine exactly how severe the man’s current condition had beco.

Because the situation was far too urgent and in order to secure precious ti, he had not been able to exchange too many detailed pieces of information with the others regarding the specific type of drug Ethan Caldwell had been dosed with. He could only press his lips tightly together, trying his best to suppress his heartache as he tiptoed and carefully took light steps toward the side of the bed.

While moving, he still did not forget to calculate the angles, ensuring absolutely that the hidden cara over there could not capture his face.

However, right at the exact mont Julian Sterling walked close enough to be within arm’s reach, the man on the bed acted like a wild beast that had just been awakened.

He abruptly swung his arm out, grabbing Julian Sterling’s wrist with a powerful, irresistible force, decisively pulling the younger man’s entire body tumbling down onto the soft mattress. A hoarse, deep voice, laden with imnse restraint, rang out to shatter the quiet space in the room: "Little Jules."

Despite being pulled so unexpectedly, Julian Sterling did not struggle or resist in the slightest. He simply followed the montum and collapsed downward, quickly burying his face tightly against Ethan Caldwell’s firm chest, skillfully using the older man’s body as a shield to guarantee he would not expose himself before the cara lens.

Right at this mont, the man also hugged him tightly, greedily burying his head into the crook of Julian Sterling’s fair white neck to breathe. His entire chiseled face sank deeply into it, perfectly and completely concealed by the shoulder-length wig.

"Little Jules, I am fine."

Hearing the man muttering in a low voice beside his ear, his tone attempting to reassure him despite being exhausted, Julian Sterling finally managed to truly cast off the heavy burden in his heart, silently breathing out a long sigh of relief.

It was good enough that he could still maintain his sanity. At the very least, things had not yet reached the worst possible stage.

It was just that the two of them were currently in an overly intimate posture, clinging so tightly to each other without a single gap between them, so Julian Sterling could completely and clearly feel the radiating, sweltering heat emanating from Ethan Caldwell’s body.

The temperature was scorching hot like molten lava. The bare skin on his neck and hands, whenever they accidentally brushed against Julian Sterling’s body, brought about a burning sensation as if wanting to catch fire and incinerate all reason entirely. Not to ntion, the highly ambiguous posture of the two of them caused Julian Sterling’s thigh to rub directly against that already fully erect lower region.

He wrapped his arms around, gently embracing the man’s neck, acting as though he were rely rubbing against him, but in reality, he was creating a small gap to whisper: "When did you realize you had been drugged?"

"A period of ti before Colin Grant found ." The mont Ethan Caldwell finished speaking, he flipped his body over, pressing Julian Sterling completely beneath him, and crashed down into a kiss.

The man’s kiss carried a scaldingly hot breath, and his burning hand also groped its way inside Julian Sterling’s bathrobe. When his fingers touched the hem of the silk dress, the man visibly stiffened for a brief mont.

Julian Sterling took advantage of this very mont, and just as he was about to open his mouth to ask another question, his tongue was imdiately entangled by the man’s tongue, sucking and kissing restlessly with a rhythm so incredibly fast that he simply could not keep up.

In the end, the only thing that managed to escape was a soft, quiet moan.