Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 556 - 555: Where are Your Clothes?

Hearing Yancy Hastings’s words, even Fiona Sutton, despite being usually thick-skinned, felt her face burn.

Fortunately, she had drunk quite a bit of wine tonight, and her face was already flushed, so no one could tell from the outside.

"What are you doing here?"

This was the question Fiona Sutton really wanted to ask. Yancy Hastings was too much. No matter what, he shouldn’t be here.

Also, what kind of crummy hotel was this? They just let anyone in.

However, even though she hadn’t known Yancy Hastings for long, she had a feeling that no one could stop him from going wherever he wanted to go.

Seeing her looking at him with interest, Fiona Sutton felt awkward and was about to get out of bed. She lifted the covers, only to see Yancy Hastings’s bare upper body.

She gasped. "You’re actually not wearing any clothes!"

Fiona Sutton was filled with rage and quickly pulled the covers back.

Seeing her reaction, Yancy Hastings smirked and moved closer.

"Guess whether I’m wearing anything down there...or...you can check for yourself."

As he spoke, Yancy Hastings reached out and grabbed Fiona’s hand, leading her toward a certain sensitive area.

"You’ve got no shame!"

Fiona swiftly withdrew her hand and glared at him.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Fiona was genuinely furious. With one mighty kick, Yancy Hastings, caught off guard, actually fell off the large bed.

She threw the covers at him and climbed out of bed from the other side.

"I don’t care how you got into my bed, but get out now."

Fiona wanted to throw his clothes at him, but she couldn’t find them anywhere.

That damn, classless man, did he come here stark naked?

"Where are your clothes?"

Yancy Hastings chuckled and pointed towards the bathroom.

The waiter had already brought his clothes and put them in the bathroom.

Fiona glanced at the man sitting on the floor, the covers carelessly draped over his legs. After a moment’s consideration, she turned and went to the bathroom to get his clothes.

When she opened the bathroom door, sure enough, she saw Yancy Hastings’s camouflage suit neatly folded there.

Fiona rolled her eyes, then reached for the clothes to take them out. But something fell out from inside...

A pair...of black underwear.

PFFT!

So, that scoundrel Yancy Hastings actually slept stark naked, with nothing on underneath?! Oh, my God!

Fiona covered her face. She’d actually slept beside him like that for a couple of hours! No, no, no, this time, she had no recollection, and nothing had happened.

Despite her attempts to reassure herself, images she shouldn’t be recalling kept appearing in her mind. Like the intertwining that night. Good lord!

Fiona quickly squatted down to pick up the underwear. This...should be clean, right?

She then tucked it inside the camouflage suit, rolled it up, and took it out.

"Put your clothes on now!"

In a brusque tone, Fiona tossed his clothes at him, then turned to go back to the bathroom to wash up.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror—her rosy cheeks and eyes holding an alluring charm—she almost didn’t recognize herself.

With a sigh, she grabbed some facial cleanser and started washing her face.

When Yancy Hastings walked in, Fiona was brushing her teeth, her mouth full of white froth.

"’Wha’re you doin’ in here... Get out!’"

Fiona glared at Yancy Hastings. When she spoke, bubbles went flying everywhere, spraying Yancy Hastings’s face with little specks.