The Luckiest Dumb Doctor

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 It’s You Who Undressed i

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Meanwhile, on the second floor, Greg Jensen and Taylor Ware woke up almost simultaneously. They looked into each other’s eyes, both filled with shock.

Greg was okay, coming to his senses after a moment of confusion.

Taylor, however, was dumbstruck. She instinctively looked down and saw that she was stark naked, which made her open her mouth to scream.

Greg was quick to act, promptly covering her mouth.

It was a joke, being in Chestor Ware’s house.

The woman in front of him was either Chestor Ware’s daughter or his young wife.

Regardless of her status, Chestor Ware must not find out about this.

If he saw what was on the bed, he would probably flay Greg alive.

“Mmm… Mmm…”

“I can let go, but you mustn’t scream, or else if someone finds out, it won’t look good for either of us, understand? Nod your head if you understand.”

Seeing Taylor nod, Greg’s heart relaxed slightly, and he carefully removed his hand.

The next second, without a word, Taylor threw a punch at him.

There wasn’t much space on the bed and Greg was caught off guard. Even with fast reflexes, he managed to dodge his chin but not his forehead.

Bam!

The punch was strong, leaving Greg’s head reeling.

After a moment of stupor, he hastily got out of bed.

“Why are you in my bed?” Taylor asked coldly as she looked at Greg.

Greg hurriedly raised his hands to indicate he meant no harm and explained, “Look carefully, this is my bed! 1 was sleeping just fine last night; it was you who barged in.”

Taylor said coldly, “Nonsense, if I barged in, why didn’t you wake me up?”

Greg replied speechlessly, “I wanted to, but you were out cold.”

“Then why did you take off my clothes?”

“The clothes… you took them off yourself.”

“I…”

Taylor paused, thinking hard for a moment, then her cheeks flushed red. Yet, looking at the man wearing only shorts in front of her, she still felt furious.

She had been held by a man all night, and both were only in their shorts! “Taking advantage of me and now arguing with me, just you wait!” Taylor quickly put on a short-sleeved T-shirt, then launched a Whip Leg at him.

Slap!

Greg, without a second thought, reached out and caught her slim ankle in his hand.

He looked up instinctively and almost had a nosebleed.

That long leg, held aloft like a gate swinging wide open, with Taylor wearing so little, left little to the imagination.

“Bastard, let go!”

“Oh, alright.”

Greg, startled, immediately let go.

The next second, an infuriated Taylor attacked again.

Her movements were fluid and well-practiced, clearly indicating hard training, but she was still far from Greg’s level.

Greg parried all her attacks effortlessly while enjoying the view: the untamed horse running wild, swift and majestic, stirring the blood in one’s veins.

Greg was in no rush, dodging and blocking while keeping his eyes fixated on the perfect view.

Taylor, seeing this, grew even angrier, her attacks becoming fiercer.

However, her skills were no match for Greg.

After a long time, she didn’t even come close to touching the hem of Greg’s clothes.

At some point, she finally ran out of energy, hands on her knees, panting and glaring at Greg.

Her chest heaved dramatically, like waves that refuse to settle.

Greg watched for a long time, then remarked, “Tsk, tsk, the assets are quite impressive, it’s just the character that’s lacking.”

“You…”

Taylor Ware was nearly driven mad with fury, grinding her teeth as she said, “Bastard, I’ll kill you!”

With that, she charged at him again.

This time Greg Jensen didn’t go easy on her; he used a diminished force Lean On Mountain Push, directly sending her crashing onto the bed.

Taylor Ware felt a tightness in her chest and for a moment couldn’t muster any strength. It was as if her whole body wasn’t hers at all—she was completely immobilized.

Greg Jensen glanced at Taylor Ware, who was sprawled out in a “spread-eagle” position, and teased, “Hmm, nice pose. Just lie there like a good girl.”

Taylor Ware was so angry her face turned red and her ears hot, yet even turning her head was difficult.

Straining her eyes sideways, she glared at Greg Jensen’s retreating back and roared, “Bastard, come back here!”

Thud!

The room fell silent, and Taylor Ware was utterly dumbfounded. She had been shouting for what seemed like forever, but no one came in.

“Bastard, I’ll kill you sooner or later!” Taylor Ware fumed.

And in her mind, the scenes from last night inevitably began to reemerge.

They say that a drunk person is prone to blackouts, but in reality, memories are still there; they just need careful reflection, or a prompt from someone else, to be fully recalled.

At this moment, Taylor Ware clearly remembered that she had indeed undressed herself last night, and Greg Jensen had truly tried to stop her. Unfortunately, her strength when drunk was a bit too much; she not only wrapped her thighs around Greg Jensen’s body but also rubbed against him Vigorously-

Remembering all this, Taylor Ware’s face turned crimson, and a sudden warmth surged within her.

She gently twisted her body and discovered to her amazement that she could move, albeit just slightly.

“Hmph, bastard, you’ll get what’s coming to you later!”

Downstairs in the dining room.

While eating breakfast, Greg Jensen seemed to casually chat with the housekeeper.

“Housekeeper, how many kids does President Ware have?”

“President Ware’s life has been hard. His wife passed away early, leaving behind only a daughter. All these years, he hasn’t remarried.”

Hearing the housekeeper’s words, Greg Jensen immediately realized the person lying in the room upstairs must be Chestor Ware’s daughter.

He asked subconsciously, “What’s President Ware’s daughter’s name?”

“Her name is Taylor.”

The housekeeper answered and then looked at him strangely before asking, “Mr. Jensen, have you met Taylor?”

“All, no, she wasn’t at home, right?”

Greg Jensen laughed nervously, then quickly finished his meal and stood up to leave.

Joking aside, if he stayed any longer, that woman would collect herself, and who knew what trouble might ensue.

Sleeping in someone’s home, with their daughter no less, and lingering for a leisurely meal—Greg Jensen didn’t have the nerve for that.

Once in the car arranged by the Ware Family, Greg Jensen breathed a sigh of relief, then directed the driver to a hotel.

He picked up the room card Lois Abbott had left at the front desk and went straight to the executive suite upstairs.

Inside the suite, Lois Abbott was fast asleep, her legs tucked under the blanket, with half of her body exposed to the air.

More importantly, she was still dressed in the lingerie she’d bought yesterday.

The cool, sexy attire stirred Greg Jensen’s blood.

After spending the night holding a stranger, and now confronted with such an enticing sight, could he still refrain? To continue resisting would be unmanly, wouldn’t it?

Greg Jensen quickly stripped off his clothes and stealthily slipped into the bed.

Lois Abbott was in a deep sleep when suddenly she felt someone behind her, and a pair of large hands encircled her waist.

She was startled, about to scream, when her mouth was suddenly covered.

“Mmm…”

Lois Abbott’s eyes widened in panic, thinking a thief had entered the room. However, when she saw it was Greg Jensen, anger flooded in.

Pushing Greg Jensen away, she gasped for air and demanded, “When did you sneak over here?”

“Just got here. Now, hush, and let’s continue,” Greg Jensen replied with a mischievous smile, eager to resume.

Lois Abbott, however, scoffed coldly, “Continue my ass.. You were gone all night; where were you? Don’t tell me you couldn’t bear to leave because Chestor Ware’s daughter looked so pretty?”

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