Queen Revenge

The coat had the distinctive smell and body heat of Walker Richter lingering on it, and it warmed up in a moment when draped over his body.

He took the umbrella from me and naturally put his arm around my shoulder and headed for the parking lot.

When did we get to be this naturally intimate?

And he just said “uneasy”, only the people who care, will not be uneasy even in a heavy rain.

As a corollary, Walker Richter cares about me?

I was taken aback by this inference.

It was only a few minutes from the rain shelter to the parking lot, but I felt like I’d been walking with him for a thousand years.

He drove a low-profile Land Rover today and very gentlemanly pulled the door open for me.

He held most of the umbrella over my head and didn’t let me get a drop of rain, his left shoulder did get a little wet from the rain.

Through the window, I watched as he came around the front of the car with his umbrella and pulled open the main driver’s door to sit in, the cold air following him as he shook the rain from his umbrella and placed it in the backseat, “Buckle up.”

“Oh.”

I came back to my senses and immediately put on my seatbelt, “Aren’t you going to be busy? How do you have time to pick me up, in fact, you don’t need to be like this, when the rain is less, I can go back by myself …”

With Walker Richter’s eyes looking over, my voice got smaller and smaller until there was no sound at all.

“Busy.”

His tone was still as cold as ever, and it didn’t match his warm demeanor at all.

He started the car, and without asking me what brought me to the cemetery, started the car and left the cemetery.

I was still draped in his clothes, and the faint smell of tobacco drilled into my nostrils, which actually felt particularly nice.

The rain was too heavy, the wipers kept going up and down, the water flowed down the window into a small river, the road fogged up, plus the sky darkened, turned on the lights can not see the road.

At a fork in the road, Walker Richter turned the corner and headed in the other direction.

I wondered, “That’s not the way back to Pear orchard.”

“I know.” Walker Richter’s tone was consistently cool, “There’s a landslide up ahead and the road is closed, so we’ll have to stay out here for the night.”

“A landslide?” I subconsciously asked, “And how did you get here?”

Walker Richter gave me a bemused look without explanation.

The new route chosen was not well traveled, the road was waterlogged and potholed, and the car bumped along, turning my stomach.

Walker Richter frowned and slowed the car down a bit.

The car drove a dozen kilometers before finding a place to stay, a very simple hotel.

I’m a little skeptical that Walker Richter, who has always stayed in the Presidential Suite, could afford to live in a place like this.

I didn’t have my ID with me and Walker Richter parked the car and pulled me into the hotel.

The front desk is an older woman, see business came, smiled and said, “two accommodation ah, we today’s room rates are discounted by 20%, two is to live in what kind of room?”

Walker Richter glanced at the room rate hanging on the wall, “King room.”

Queen size bed …

How those two words sound a little … evocative.

I’ve never stayed in a hotel with Walker Richter before, and it’s a little awkward how that works.

I glanced at Walker Richter and just wanted to say I wanted two rooms, the older woman said with a smile, “The king-size bed room is comfortable, now there is just the last one left, this hotel also only has a king-size bed room with a big bathtub, everything is ready inside, it’s just right for you guys, please show me your ID card, I’ll do the entry procedure for you right away.”

What it means to be just right for us.

I really want to find a hole in the ground, Walker Richter is thick-skinned, calmly took out the ID card, but also gave the aunt an extra 500: “This is the tip.”

The big mom mercenary counted the money and smiled from ear to ear, “Young man is really generous, this girl with you, waiting to enjoy the blessings.”

The corners of Walker Richter’s mouth lifted in a curve, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

After checking in and getting my room card, I followed Walker Richter up to the fifth floor and found my room.

He swiped his card and went in, turned on the lights, and I stood in the doorway rather too apprehensive to go in.

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I wanted to ask Walker Richter to get another room, but I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth, so I walked in with a dry smile and glanced around the room; the translucent bathroom did have a large tub, the vanity was stocked with body wash shampoo and towels, and the bed was stocked with several brands of condoms and sex toys.

Auntie was right, it was really well stocked with everything.

I rubbed my nose and laughed resentfully, “It’s a pretty big room and a pretty big bed.”

I tried to make myself comfortable, it wasn’t the first time I’d slept in the same room as Walker Richter anyway, no big deal, but Walker Richter came right out with, “Do you wash first or do I wash first?”

“Huh?” My face went all red and I quickly waved my hands, “You wash first, you wash first.”

Walker Richter had only one wall light on, and the room wasn’t very bright; it was just the kind of hazy light that made the atmosphere more ambiguous.

He walked over with a smile on his face and leaned down slightly, his voice compelling, “Want to… wash together?”

What?

“Wash together?” I braced both eyes, my cheeks burning, and I was scared right off my feet by him.

Walker Richter eyed my arm and surveyed me with a smirk, “Looks like you’re happy with the offer then …”

“I’m not washing.” I wrapped my own clothes tightly, with a face of don’t want to force me to be a whore’s resolute, thinking of him braving the rain to come to pick me up, this is also too big of a reaction for me, how to say that it is also a nominal husband and wife, it’s also very normal for him to propose to have that, I secretly fixed my mind and squeezed out a smile, “I mean to say that you wash it first, I washed it only when I left the house today, it’s not dirty, your clothes are all wet, be careful of catching a cold, you quickly use the hot water to drive away the cold.”

Walker Richter gazed at me with starry eyes and thought for a moment, “Good thing too.”

At that, I sighed in relief.

Walker Richter let go of me and walked into the bathroom, and I patted my accelerating chest and sat down on the edge of the bed.

My eyes caught a glimpse of the bedside things, and fearing what Walker Richter might think if he saw them later, I hurriedly stowed them all away in the drawer so they would be safe.

A question suddenly occurred to me.

It’s a big hotel room, but it doesn’t have a couch. Where’s Walker Richter gonna sleep?

You can’t always sleep in a chair, or in a bed.

As I was wrestling with this, Walker Richter’s voice came from the bathroom, “Bring me in my towel.”

At that, I subconsciously looked up, and then I saw a scene that made my nose bleed.

The translucent bathroom glass reflected Walker Richter’s lanky figure, his back to my side, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with long, powerful legs …

I hurriedly averted my eyes, not daring to look any further.

“Aren’t the hair and towels in there?”

“Oh, see.”

Listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, my heart was beating faster and faster, as if it was going to jump out of my chest.

I don’t know how long it took, but the bathroom door opened, and I listened to Walker Richter’s approaching footsteps, squeezing my eyes shut and freezing.

Suddenly, his hand was on my shoulder, the scent of body wash enveloping me, his voice deep, “I think you should wash too.”