Chapter 45: From Tomorrow, You'll Tie My Tie

Feeling like if she didn't run now, she'd be torn apart by these nurses, eaten alive, why do women make life so difficult for each other? They say beauty is a curse; being too handsome is a crime. Alice opened the door and ran, and just as Charles's feet touched the ground to chase after her, he was surrounded by a group of nurses.

"Lord Charles, your body is still weak. Let us take care of you," they said.

For the first time, Charles felt that women were troublesome creatures. This woman was something else! She had gotten him into the police station once and now the hospital. Let's not have a third time; the third time, I'll just take her straight to bed. Charles gritted his teeth, feeling aggrieved. No woman had treated him like this before. Everywhere he went, he was adored.

Back at home, Alice tried calling Lena, but her phone was off. She decided to just sleep it off.

The next day, Lena woke up in Grayson's gentle embrace, a man who could eat without leaving bones. Lena seriously wondered how Grayson managed to stay so energetic every day. Opening her eyes to the gray and white decor, very much Grayson's style, she felt the warmth of the bed where he had just been. She heard the sound of water in the bathroom; he was taking a shower.

Struggling to get out of bed, Lena saw new women's clothing neatly arranged on the bedside table, even her underwear was prepared, perfectly sized. It turned out to be the latest Chanel, not yet available in the capital, yet here she was wearing it. Out of professional sensitivity, Lena carefully examined every little detail of the clothes, hoping that one day she could design such popular clothes herself.

Grayson, who had just finished showering, casually wrapped in a bath towel, his upper body exposed, his hair still wet, droplets of water trickling down. Lena felt her breathing become difficult. What a demon of a man.

"Do you like Chanel's designer? I'll have him come teach you," Grayson said.

"Really?"

"Yes, really!"

Lena happily bounced on the bed, jumping onto Grayson, her hands around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, and gave him a kiss. If she remembered correctly, this was the first time in four years that she had taken the initiative.

"This gratitude is too shallow; I want something deeper," Grayson said with a mischievous smile.

"What do you want?" Lena asked cheerfully, completely oblivious to Grayson's wicked grin.

"I want to eat you."

"No, no, I can't handle it anymore." Lena refused outright, quickly jumping off Grayson, grabbing her clothes, and running to the bathroom to change.

Grayson watched Lena flee and couldn't help but smile.

Time flies, but moments like these are timeless. Grayson waited for Lena to change, and they went downstairs together. Grayson handed Lena a tie. "Help me tie this."

"I don't know how," Lena immediately shook her head in refusal.

"A renowned designer who doesn't know how to tie a tie?"

"I design women's clothes; I haven't had a boyfriend in four years. Who would I tie it for?"

This reason amused Grayson greatly. He was in a great mood.

"I'll teach you. From tomorrow, you'll tie it for me."

"Okay," Lena said earnestly as she watched Grayson tie the tie.

At the staircase, Lena carefully examined this mansion that had caused a sensation among the public.