Chapter 142: He Has No Experience

Julian glanced about the messy room. Although the layout was the same, he felt that something was wrong because he remembered to have clean up the room before he left in the afternoon.

It must be that woman. How many times has it been? Those people were so patient. It seemed that he should not only switch rooms but also move to another hotel tomorrow!

Julian rubbed his dizzy head and slowly entered the bathroom. When he found rose petals floated in the bathtub, he frowned again.

That woman… He was so angry that his head hurt.

He took a shower. When he was doused with cold water, he felt much better and sobered up a little.

Margaret went to the hotel reception to get the spare electronic key card and then walked towards her room aggressively.

What the hell! She was thrown out by Bruce’s rival in love. How was it possible? Was she an ass? No, she wasn’t!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Therefore, she quickened her pace.

If it weren’t for the fact that the floors were covered with the carpets, she would have had rheumatoid arthritis.

If she suffered from the long-lasting disease, she would never easily forgive that man.

Margaret swiped the electronic key card over the lock and then the door opened.

After that, she rolled her eyes and smiled smugly.

It was obvious that the man was not a match for her!

Because this room was hers.

That man was not in the living room. Margaret strode to the bedroom and indeed heard the sound coming from the bathroom.

How dare he! It was fine that he snatched her room and threw her out, but he even took a shower in her bathroom.

Where did this weirdo come from? He not only failed to seduce Hilla, but he was so shameless now.

Margaret sat indignantly on the sofa. And she waited here for the man to come out because she wanted to kick him out after abusing him emotionally.

But in a little while, the bathroom door opened and the man in a towel walked out.

Their eyes met and then they frowned.

Margaret thought, “Is he trying to seduce me? Well …I am a debutante, so I will not be seduced by eight abs, sturdy bicep, or perfectly proportioned body.”

Even if he was good-looking and had a good body, she would never be tempted.

“It’s you again. Get out!”

Julian found that Margaret was staring straight at his…body.

Therefore, he wanted to open the right-hand wardrobe, but he completely missed it and then he found the wardrobe was on his left.

He remembered that when he left in the afternoon… Julian furrowed his brow and glanced about the room.

It seemed to not have changed when he left in the afternoon, but it also seemed to be a little different.

“You stupid jerk! Who do you think you are? Get the hell out of here.”

Margaret raised her chin to him to show the morale of a person born in the purple.

Julian looked at the crazy woman before him and rubbed his forehead.

His head still hurt, but he could only cover himself with the quilt on the bed.

Noticing that he was trying to get the quilt, Margaret immediately rushed forward in anger. And then she grabbed the quilt and shouted anxiously, “You daft scoundrel! You can’t use it to cover your dirty body.”

Margaret snatched the quilt from Julian’s hand quickly and wrapped it tightly around herself.

Julian looked at Margaret and snorted, “If you like this room, I’ll give it to you.”

Before Margaret could react, Julian had vanished from her sight.

Margaret looked at him in disbelief and thought, “Is this man mental?”

Julian stood in the corridor. As the brain woke, he could recognize the room number.

Fortunately, it was very deft of him to leave. When he saw the pink suitcase by the bed, he realized that he had run into the wrong room.

Otherwise, it would have ruined his reputation!

Hilla turned over lazily, and then her gaze fell on Bruce who was on the alert.

She seemed suddenly to wake up and her pain and exhaustion seemed to seep away. And then she looked at Bruce who was depressed in a daze and said innocently, “What are you trying to do?”

“I want to fuck you!” Bruce thought.

Bruce snorted and said huskily and melancholy, “Ten minutes!”

She only allowed him to do it for ten minutes and then tortured him for half an hour.

He ejaculated quickly, so he felt insulted. And he felt that it was even more shameful than a man who was useless to leech off his parents and his wife.

Hilla blushed. Thinking about the feeling after experiencing it, she clamped her legs and felt it hurt.

She puffed out her cheeks and frowned, “I’ve tried my best.”

She was fooled by the high described in the novels.

She did not enjoy it at all.

Bruce grumbled, “Do you think it is…short-lived?”

After thinking about it, he used polite language. However, it was likely that he might not want to use this word again.

Hilla was stunned for a while. When she realized what he meant, she looked down and whispered, “I hope that it is.”

One more second would be torture for her and she definitely could not endure it.

Bruce glared at her bitterly, got up, and walked towards the bathroom.

A sturdy and naked body passed her. Hilla quickly covered her eyes in shame, looked at him through her fingers, and shouted, “Bruce, you don’t wear clothes in broad daylight. You’re shameless.”

He had heard this many times last night, so he calmly turned around and smirked. “You’re not wearing anything either.”

“Bruce, you…you discriminate against women. No woman will let you go. You will be condemned.”

Bruce thought, “I only told the truth, and I am talking about my wife. I have no intention of discriminating against women.”

Bruce entered the bathroom, while Hilla rolled around with the quilt wrapped around herself and screamed in pain.

Her back and legs…hurt so badly.

Before she could figure out what had happened last night, the phone on the bedside rang.

As soon as the video was connected, Margaret goggled in an instant. Noticing that Hilla was haggard and was still lying on the bed with oddly ruffled hair, she began to conjure up exact details.

How listless and miserable Hilla was! Bruce must have tortured Hilla all night long. In short, Bruce must have a sturdy body as described in the novels.

What was more, a man who had never done it before would be crazier and more shameless!

Before Hilla could speak, she saw Margaret giggling at her.

Hilla thought, “Won’t Margaret freak out after being kicking out for a night?”

…

Margaret suddenly thought of something after a long while, so she looked up at Hilla, squinted, and inquired, “Tell me. Is Bruce particularly strong last night? Is he amazing?”

Hilla thought, “Is this something that a person who hasn’t graduated from the university can say?”

Why did Hilla want to shut her up?

Although Hilla wanted to beat Margaret, she blushed, looked down, and whispered, “N…not bad!”

It was her first try, so Hilla couldn’t compare others to Bruce to appraise whether Bruce was particularly strong or not. Anyway, she felt that it hurt so badly last night, but Bruce refused to finish it. In the end, she kicked him away.

If it continued, Bruce should be considered strong, right?

Hilla was a little absent-minded, so Margaret could feel a strong sense of love through the screen.

Noticing how shy Hilla was, Margaret thought that Orlenna would have a grandchild soon.

“I can tell that Bruce is very strong. Do you feel like you can’t get out of bed with a sore back?”

Margaret was curious. If she was around, she would have pressed her face against Hilla’s.

When she saw Hilla’s guilty look, she finally asked the question that messed with her head.

“How does it feel?”

Hilla thought, “Are you still a woman? How can you be so shameless? Are the Andersons all shameless?”

Hilla was lost for word and covered her head with the quilt.

It was so annoying! Hilla didn’t want to talk about this anymore.

Margaret looked at the quilt through the screen and said anxiously, “How exactly does it feel? Does it have a real kick, or give you a high, or blow your mind as described in the novels? Do you have an out-of-body experience or…”

“It hurts so badly!”

Hilla poked her head. After saying that, she quickly covered her head again. She didn’t want to talk about what happened last night at all.

Although she did that, she didn’t feel any of the feelings that Margaret had said.

The experience last night had shattered all of her illusions about sex, and she no

longer wanted to do this sort of thing again.

No, she began to reject and dislike it because it didn’t give her a high.

It was true that it hurt so badly that she did have an out-of-body experience.

Life was so hard! What were written in the novels were all lies, and she would never believe these novels again.

Margaret was stunned and looked at the screen for a long time. After that, she rested her head in her hands and said, “It seems that a woman’s first try is very painful, especially with a man without any sexual experience. It seems that Bruce has no advantage.”

But Margaret could not ask Bruce to enrich his experience in advance because he would be a playa if he did that.

Now that Margaret thought about it, she thought that the story was indeed a bluff. The president couldn’t be both a virgin and experienced because they were contradictory.

Margaret thought that she should have been deceived by the president in the romantic novel, and they must be very bad before they met the heroine.

How could the virgin be so good at flirting with women? Therefore, it must be a story of a playa pulling back from the brink.

Hilla poked her head out, agreed with Margaret’s words, and nodded vigorously.

It was more than painful, and Hilla felt that it was killing her.

Margaret smiled, “It doesn’t matter. You and Bruce can do it a few more times a day, and then he will be seasoned, while you will feel much better.”

Margaret thought, “How kind I am? I even take Bruce’s side.”

Hearing this, Hilla looked green around the gills. A few more times a day?

She would prefer Bruce to have no experience.

This kind of thing… Don’t even think about it a second time. If Bruce wanted to do it with her again, she…she would kill him!

“How … how about you? Are you in the hotel?”

Hilla didn’t want to continue this topic, so she could only change the subject. Moreover, she was worried about Margaret. And she felt that Bruce was indeed very inhumane for throwing Margaret out last night.

Margaret was okay at first. However, when Hilla mentioned it, Margaret became so angry that she immediately told Hilla about what happened last night.

In order not to affect the relationship between Bruce and Hilla, Margaret guarded the man’s identity.

Hearing this, Hilla nodded thoughtfully and said, “That man must be out of his mind.

Maybe he has a strong sense of his own superiority, or maybe he drank too much. Don’t be angry.”

“I am so beautiful and kind. Would I bother with such an abnormal and slovenly man? I don’t remember what he looks like.”

That man’s face was etched onto Margaret’s mind and she vowed to take revenge on him one day.

As long as Margaret saw that “adulterer” again, she would kill him!

In the CEO’s office of the Anderson Group, Horton came out of the break room and put the medical devices back into the medical kit.

“I asked you to have a medical check-up at my place, but you asked me to come over. Don’t you think you are superior?”

Bruce sat on the bed for a moment and tried to stand up. However, he fell again. He clenched his fists, frowned, and tried to stand up again.

Horton asked curiously, “What happened to your legs?”

He had checked Bruce’s leg just now and found nothing was wrong with his legs.

Bruce kept a straight face. After a while, he whispered, “I’m fine.”

Was he fine?

It was clear that something was wrong with him!

Horton immediately became serious, took out medical devices again, and tried to examine Bruce.

Horton said tensely, “You are in the recovery period. If there is any problem, you must tell me. It may be the sequelae of the car accident, so you can’t take the risk.”

Bruce put on a serious face and his expression was queer.

When Horton found that Bruce neglected his words, he said anxiously, “If you don’t tell me, don’t look for me when something happens.”

Bruce screwed up his face as if he had made a very important decision. And then he looked at Horton and said, “Will the car accident affect my body?”

“Body? Which part?” Horton didn’t detect any sequela for the time being. Could it be that something was wrong with him?

Bruce coughed and said awkwardly, “That…that aspect.

“My…back hurts!”

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