Chapter 1149


    Outside the bathroom door, Angelina''s cheeks flushed into a deep crimson as she overheard the


    sounds emanating from within. ric and Hertha were in there, and it seemed they were getting quite


    intimate.


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    Good Lord, she hadn’t expected to hear such conversations. Hertha wasining that ric wasn''t


    being forceful enough.


    Angelina couldn''t bear it any longer. Her face burned with embarrassment as she quickly covered it


    with her hands and scurried away.


    Inside the bathroom, with theirbined efforts, Hertha''s hair was finally free.


    Hertha scrambled to her feet, desperate to leave.


    “Hold on, you go ahead and shower. I''ll step out,” ric called out to her.


    She turned around and saw ric pushing himself off the floor, grimacing with pain as he stood up.


    After he rose, he brushed past her and exited the bathroom. He even went to close the bedroom door,


    in case Beatrice or Angelina came to eavesdrop again.


    Hertha stood in the bathroom, her heart racing, the heat of the moment still lingering. She strained her


    ears for any sound from outside. At first, there were ric''s footsteps. Soon, all was silent.


    Her shoulders rxed slightly. She considered to just leave but her clothes were soaked and she was


    inplete disarray.


    How would she exin herself to Beatrice and Remington if she just left? And she couldn''t possibly


    fulfill the promise she''d made to ric.


    With gritted teeth, Hertha made up her mind. She locked the bathroom door, stripped off her wet


    clothes and took a warm shower. Then she wrapped herself in the oversized bathrobe hanging there—


    it hung on her like a dress and must have belonged to ric.


    Stepping out of the bathroom, she saw ric sitting on the edge of the bed, now wearing casual shorts


    that revealed his muscr calves, his torso still bare.


    Seeing him reignited the warmth she''d just calmed, her face flushing again as she quickly turned to


    leave.


    “Hertha,e here,” ric called to her.


    Hertha''s feet froze, yet she didn''t turn around. She was nervous, “What do you want? I was heading to


    the guest room."


    “I think my back was hurt, could you help me with some ointment?” ric requested.


    Hertha hesitated, recalling how he had hurt his back earlier.


    After all, he was injured because of her.


    It was her responsibility to tend to his wound.


    Approaching him, she observed his bare torso and felt her breathing hitch, her heartbeat erratic.


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    ric turned to show her his back. “Is it bruised?”