Chapter 22: Let the Sweat Exercise Begin
Elizabeth pondered for a mont before tentatively offering a price, "Three hundred dollars?"
Alexander chuckled in disbelief, "I'm only worth three hundred dollars?"
Elizabeth turned her head, "Too low? Then never mind, you can go. I'll call soone else."
How many socialites wanted to be in his bed, and now that he was offering himself, he was only worth three hundred dollars?
Alexander found it hard to smile, "Call soone else? Are you that desperate for a man?"
Elizabeth lifted her thin eyelids, speaking succinctly, "Yes, exercise is needed. Doing it alone would be tiring, so yes, I'm in need."
"Three hundred dollars is a lot."
Elizabeth's hair had a natural curl and her face was small. A few strands of curled hair hung over her long eyelashes. Her lips were red, her teeth white; she was delicate and pretty.
Alexander inappropriately thought for a mont that with her being this beautiful and proactive, probably no man could resist her.
Now that she had chosen him, her taste wasn't bad.
"Three hundred dollars, right? Deal."
Alexander's smile was casual and tempting, clearly teasing.
Elizabeth's gaze fell on his suit, "Take off your clothes, otherwise they'll get dirty."
Alexander hesitated for a mont, leisurely unbuttoning his shirt, emanating an indescribable aura of luxury.
"Not going to the room?"
Elizabeth glanced at him, "Why should we go to the room?" she retorted.
Alexander licked his lips, smiling but not quite, "You're young, but you're bold and rather open."
Not understanding whatever nonsense he was talking about, Elizabeth started walking toward the bathroom.
Alexander squinted, considering the casual location; she seed to care about cleanliness, and he wasn't really going to do anything to her anyway. She would do sothing in vain.
He took off his suit and tossed it casually onto the sofa. His fingertips hesitated on the buttons of his shirt.
He hadn't decided whether to scare her by showing his upper body.
Suddenly, Elizabeth's voice ca from behind him.
"Take this."
Alexander turned around.
Elizabeth looked at him.
She extended the broomstick toward him, her dark eyes fixated on his face.
"Ti for so sweat work."
Alexander was speechless.
And then he felt stunned.
The air grew tense, filled with an eerie silence and a sense of awkwardness.
After a mont, Alexander struggled to utter two words from his thin lips: "What?"
Elizabeth looked puzzled, "What's the matter? It's already two o'clock in the afternoon. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can have dinner. I've already ordered the food; don't worry, it's on ."
Alexander cast a weird glance at his freshly removed suit, then at the broomstick. His facial expression was worthy of a year's best performance.
It dawned on him.
Exercising ant cleaning the room.
Three hundred dollars ant salary.
Taking off the suit ant getting it dirty.
Alexander finally understood what Samuel had ant by feeling awkward enough to pick at his own toes.
He asked, "Are you tricking ?"
Elizabeth looked utterly clueless, "It was you who agreed to exercise with ."
Alexander was speechless.
So, he had been played by Elizabeth without her even knowing?
Alexander held his forehead and chuckled a few tis, "You really are…"
Intriguing.
Amusing.
Elizabeth gave him an indifferent look as he laughed like a maniac, then went back to wiping the table on her own.
It had been half a year since she last visited; the dust had accumulated.
She wanted to finish cleaning before nightfall so she could return ho soon. Not because she was worried they'd be concerned, but to avoid their prying questions.
Elizabeth was still not quite used to their attention.
Given that Elizabeth had amused him, Alexander decided to temporarily set aside his pride and help her clean the room.
Elizabeth glanced at the one who was seemingly disgusted to sweep the floor and thought she had moved one step closer to making a friend.
Her thoughts drifted back to a long ti ago.
"A robot aspiring to be a higher being? Ridiculous!"
Elizabeth snapped back to reality, her gaze suddenly beca very aggressive as if nurous jumbled codes appeared before her eyes.
Why can't I be human?
I can be.
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