My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand)

Chapter 1554 Seducing Me

Chapter 1554 Seducing Me

Timothy's legs were long, and he quickly walked over to hold the umbrella over her head. “Jojo, why

are you here?”

He gently brushed away the strands of hair sticking to her cheek with his hand.

Johanna felt the warmth of the man's fingertips brushing against her cheek. “The owner of this tea

garden is a friend of Waylon, and I'm here to design outfits for their tea brand's spokesperson. I came

here looking for inspiration.”

“The rain is too heavy. Let's head back first,” Timothy said. He put his arm around Johanna's shoulder,

tilting the umbrella as much as possible toward her.

Once they returned to the tea house, Timothy's sweater and trousers were completely soaked. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

The staff brought over dry towels for the two of them. “Mr. Jensen, we have a guest room here. Why

don't you take a shower? Your clothes will be dry in a few minutes with the dryer.”

“Thank you.” Timothy casually wrung out the heavy, wet sweater, picked up the keys, and led Johanna

to the guest room at the back.

He told Johanna to take a bath, then went out to find a staff member. He spent some money to buy two

pieces of ginger and brewed a large cup of ginger tea.

After returning to the guest room, he knocked on the door, “Jojo, have you finished washing up?”

It wasn't long before the door swung open. Johanna was still clad in her drenched sweater and skirt,

her hair also dripping wet. “The shower won't produce any hot water, and there's only one bath towel in

the bathroom,” she said.

Timothy returned to the car to fetch a set of pajamas from the luggage, then came back to the guest

room bathroom to check the shower head.

He didn't know why Johanna couldn't get the hot water to work, but he simply turned the knob toward

the hot side, and within less than twenty seconds, the cold water had turned warm.

Johanna said, “There were no signs on it, so I thought that direction was for the hot water.”

“You're such a goof. Cold water on the right and hot water on the left is universally understood.”

Timothy placed the shower head in her hand. “You go ahead and shower. I'll step out for now.”

“Mm-hmm.”

As Timothy turned to leave, he couldn't help but look back. Johanna was wearing a thin sweater, which

clung tightly to her body after getting wet, outlining her slender waist. The faint glimpse of her fair skin

beneath the sweater was also visible.

He closed the bathroom door and returned, turning Johanna to face him. “Jojo, did you do this on

purpose?”

“What on earth did I do on purpose?” Johanna was utterly baffled.

“You could have changed out of your wet clothes, but you didn't. The water heater was clearly working,

yet you lied to me, saying it was broken and asked me to fix it.” Timothy looked at her intently. “You

deliberately tried to seduce me.”

Johanna found the man's self-imagination amusing and exasperating at the same time. “I already told

you there's only one towel in the bathroom. How am I supposed to change it—”

Timothy didn't want to hear her excuses, so he held the back of her head and kissed her.

He pried open Johanna's lips, his tongue invading her mouth with an intensity that she couldn't resist.

She felt as if his breath had filled her lungs.

After pulling back, Timothy kissed the corner of her lips, his voice husky, “Jojo, will you admit that

you're seducing me?”

“Even if I don't admit it, you still believe it's true,” Johanna said, panting.

Seeing that she didn't push him away, Timothy chuckled softly. He began to help Johanna remove her

drenched sweater, all the while planting soft kisses on her collarbone as his hand moved to her back.

After fumbling around for a while without finding any hooks, he asked in surprise, “How do you take off

your bra if there are no buttons?”

“Bras not only have back clasps. Some have front clasps.”

Only then did Timothy notice that there seemed to be a row of buttons on the front of her bra. Her fair

skin was very eye-catching in the half-cup bra, causing his breath to hitch.

He was impatiently eager to help Johanna undress, but the phone on the washbasin counter rang.

Timothy reached behind to grab his phone. Upon seeing the caller ID, he paused and then answered

the call.

“What's the matter?”