Chapter 004 Entered the Wrong Room!

She arched a cold smile, camera in hand, and walked toward the bathroom, taking a deep breath. With a direct motion, she swung open the bathroom door and began snapping haphazardly inside.

The clicks of the camera and the flashes echoed in the bathroom, rendering it uncharacteristically silent for a moment.

"Adulterous scoundrels, let's see what excuses you have this time!"

Emily Thompson shouted loudly, but as she finished shouting and opened her eyes to the scene before her, the final words caught in her throat, choking her and causing tears to flow uncontrollably.

What on earth was going on?!

Where were Benjamin Mitchell and his mistress? Wasn't this supposed to be catching them in the act?

Yet, inside the bathroom, there was only one man, still bathing. He stood facing her, water flowing from the shower, cascading down his well-defined shoulders, flowing over his robust chest, firm abdomen, and straight, muscular legs...

Emily Thompson quickly averted her gaze, swallowing hard.

Her mind nearly crashed, but she remembered who this well-built man was - the dangerous and domineering man from the previous collision incident!

Emily Thompson struggled to suppress the urge to scream, realizing she had entered the wrong room and caught the wrong couple!

Not only had she entered the wrong room, but she had also stumbled upon someone taking a bath and had taken photos!

Her mind raced, pondering how to handle the situation. Then she suddenly remembered her current disguise.

Right, she was supposed to be portraying a woman in her sixties, so what was there to be afraid of? An elderly woman watching a man the age of her grandson bathe shouldn't be embarrassed, should she?

"Ahem."

Finally, Emily Thompson cleared her throat, deciding to break the awkwardness first. "Young man, you've developed quite nicely!"

At this moment, though William Turner was naked, his handsome face showed no hint of embarrassment. Neither pleased nor angry, he calmly scrutinized Emily Thompson with his icy gaze, a fleeting glint of darkness darting through his hawk-like eyes.

Emily Thompson felt uneasy under his gaze, sensing an unsettling feeling of being exposed, even a strong sense of danger.

Gathering her composure, she endeavored to remain calm and play the part of a woman well into her sixties.

She pretended not to care about his reaction, stiffly turning away as if casually walking out. But deep down, she desperately wanted to bolt!

Emily Thompson silently prayed, "Don't follow me, don't follow me..."

While she had been nervous when entering, driven by excitement, she hadn't felt the distance to the door was long. But now, leaving, each step felt like walking on the edge of a sharp blade, every second stretched endlessly!

Her back was drenched in cold sweat, her fingers gripping the camera so tightly they turned white.

Almost there! The partially open door was right in front of her. Emily Thompson felt her heart pounding in her throat, knowing that beyond this door lay the rainbow after the storm. Just a step beyond, and everything would be okay...

"Would you like a cup of tea, Granny?"

William Turner's cold, distant voice echoed behind Emily Thompson, sounding almost like a death knell.

With a bang, Emily Thompson felt her heart explode along with those words. Her ears buzzed, and without much thought, she hastened her steps toward the door just inches away.

Although hope seemed within reach, as Emily Thompson reached the door, it suddenly closed on its own, defying her attempts to unlock it!

Furrowing her brows, her delicate face twisted into a grimace. She knew she had hit a brick wall this time.

Taking a deep breath, biting her lip, she turned around. Her previously pale face now bore a sheepish smile as she looked at William Turner leaning against the bathroom door.

Fresh from the bath, droplets of water still clung to his hair, trickling down the sharp edges and flowing over his chest muscles, finally disappearing into the towel wrapped around his waist.

The scene was incredibly stunning, bewildering!

If it were any other woman witnessing such a sight of a handsome man after a bath, she would have probably rushed forward shouting 'yes, yes, yes'. But Emily Thompson was not a woman of strong desires, so she steadied her mind and smiled at William Turner, saying, "Young man, I don't need tea, Granny isn't thirsty."

William Turner remained silent, only casting a glance at Emily Thompson, who was still pretending to be an old lady. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, exuding an undeniable threat.

Emily Thompson's face paled, immediately changing her tone. She coughed and then said, "Um, I suddenly feel a little thirsty, so let's have tea together. Thank you, young man."

William Turner's gaze finally softened somewhat as he watched Emily Thompson approach. Still not exposing her, he acted as a true gentleman, pulling out a chair for her, inviting her to sit down, and even pouring her tea himself.

"Please, have some!"

Emily Thompson looked at the tea cup in front of her, sighed softly, thinking, 'Just drink it, and then I must leave!'

After considering it, she picked up the tea in front of her, pretending to "savor" it for a few sips before placing the cup back down, moistening her lips, and preparing to speak.

But William Turner spoke first.

"Granny, your hands are very well maintained. If one were to judge solely by your hands, they would never guess your true age. I would have thought you had just turned eighteen. To be honest with you, my grandmother's birthday is approaching, and I'm contemplating what gift to give her. Seeing your well-maintained hands, I've decided to give her a skincare secret. Would you be willing to share your skincare routine? Don't worry, the price is up to you!"

William Turner's voice was deep and magnetic, so pleasant it could easily impregnate a woman. Yet, his words gave Emily Thompson a sense of being played.

She knew he had already seen through her disguise long ago, yet he had never exposed her, perhaps just to witness her embarrassment in this moment! How hypocritical!

When her friend had applied this makeup for her earlier, she had only focused on her face and neck, neglecting her hands. So, her hands remained unchanged, a loophole in her disguise.

Since the other party could immediately point out this flaw, it proved that he had seen through her long ago.

Emily Thompson knew he had seen through her, so she couldn't be bothered to continue pretending.

She stood up, bowed solemnly to William Turner, and once again spoke in her own voice.