I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 105

And yet, seeing Jareth’s utterly confident expression, she started to doubt herself.

Before Niamh could say another word, Jareth waved a dismissive hand. “Niamh, just get dressed. We can talk about it later.”

With that, he turned and went back to the sofa.

Niamh scrambled out of bed. Spotting her dirty gown thrown over the nightstand, she imagined Jareth taking it off her, and her face flushed a deep crimson.

That bastard saw everything, and he still has the nerve to act so sanctimonious. She ground her teeth in frustration.

She grabbed the gown and went into the bathroom. When she saw her underwear soaking in the sink, her face burned even hotter.

“He took off my underwear too? That monster. Why would he do that? Even if I was drunk, he had no right! He looks so respectable on the outside, but God knows how twisted he is on the inside.”

She had no idea if he had just looked, or if he had helped himself to more while she was unconscious.

After washing up, Niamh changed into the spare clothes she had brought with her. But as soon as she stepped out of the room, Jareth’s voice, dripping with disdain, cut through the air. “Niamh, from now on, when you are with me, you will only wear the clothes I buy for you.”

“Why?” she retorted, stung.

“That rag you’re wearing could be used to clean the floor,” he said scornfully.

In truth, he thought it wasn't even worthy of being his cleaning rag. His were made of pure cotton. The fabric of her dress was cheap synthetic, and it was so washed out it was practically white.

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