Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 558

Chapter 558

Anathea frowned, snapping, “What, is peeping a kink of yours?”

Gregory’s lips curled when he saw emotions flickering across herually placid face. She normally looked at him like she wished he’d stay ten feet away from her.

“I came in here and openly watched. I certainly wasn’t peeping.”

It was his lounge, to begin with. He had every right to enter as he pleased.

Anathea made no reply, only threw a dark look at the frosted glass wall of the bathroom. “When did you come in?”

Gregory read her mind right away, and he wasn’t ashamed to answer, “15 minutes ago.”

So, he’d been sitting on the bed and watching Anathea as she changed into the tennis outfit? Had he also witnessed the embarrassing moment when she got stuck while pulling on the tennis clothes?

“I had half a mind to go in there and help you when you got stuck pulling it on,” Gregory pointed out.

Anathea went rigid, then let out a breath as she tried to keep her face neutral. “Thanks, but I don’t need your help.”

“Oh, but I felt the need to.” Gregory stood up, his towering build looming over her in an instant. His voice was hoarse and edged with restraint and jealousy as he asked, “Are you sure you want to go out looking like this?”

The tennis clothes made her alabaster skin look as luminescent as a flawless pearl. The clothes were also clearly a size smaller. Her long legs were exposed, and her curves were far more accentuated than usual. Even her bust…

Gregory’s gaze dipped, and the strong column of his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

Anathea had always been stunning–extraordinarily so. However, she never peddled her beauty and often dressed modestly, painting herself as an intellectual and gracious woman. Anyone who saw her wouldn’t question her professional acuity.

And yet, the tennis clothes she’d put on added a sensual, bolder touch to her beauty. Gregory hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her since she raised her hand to pull her hair into a ponytail.

If she were to leave the lounge and let others see her in this outfit, he might just lose his mind.

Anathea could feel his hot breath tickling her ear. She shrank into herself and dodged aside, only for Gregory to pull her back and pin her against the frosted glass wall. The cool surface of the frosted glass against her back made her fingers curl.

“I’ll have someone bring you a new set of properly sized clothes. Don’t wear this out, okay?” When Anathea didn’t answer him, Gregory pressed, “Okay?”

The tip of his nose was close to touching her nose bridge.

“Fine,” Anathea replied flatly as she turned her face to the side, avoiding him. She didn’t want to go out in these clothes either. They would only be a hindrance on the tennis court.

She thought Gregory would let go, but the next second, he offered, ‘Shall I help you take off your clothes?”

His deep and husky voice was like a siren’s song.

“Dream on.” Anathea immediately snapped to her senses and raised her hand to shove him aside, a wary look flashing in her

eyes.

An exasperated chuckle escaped Gregory. He should have known Amathea would be too smart to fall for his trap. To think she’d been rendered speechless by his sudden cornering earlier, only to snap out of her daze within minutes.

Nonetheless, Gregory backed away from her and made a phone call, asking the attendant to bring a new set of tennis clothes to the lounge.

While waiting, Anathea claimed the couch across from Gregory and kept her distance.

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“Am I such a dangerous predator to you?” Gregory sputtered.

“Kind of “Anathea pointed out evenly, “A wild beast, more like.”

Gregory stiffened at this but feigned nonchalance as he poured he cup of coffee. He slid the cup toward her. “Try some. The beans are organic.”

Anathea didn’t move and only watched him warily.

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