The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 1006 - 986: You haven’t drawn my bath yet!

Chapter 1006: Chapter 986: You haven’t drawn my bath yet!

Willy Smith shook his head but obediently carried her in, yet he didn’t run the bathwater. Given her condition, he worried that the moment he turned around, she might dunk her own head under the water!

"Hey, you haven’t run the bathwater for me yet!"

Nana Jensen searched around but couldn’t find the faucet switch. She tried to grab Willy Smith as he pushed the door to leave, "What kind of waiter are you, not even running water?"

Willy Smith: "..."

If he entertained her any further, he would go mad!

"Bang!"

Willy Smith ignored her and slammed the door shut, not even daring to leave his own room, and picked up the phone in the room, "Could you please send two people up to help with a bath? Oh, right, make sure they are women!"

"Women?"

Hearing this, the servant on the phone couldn’t help but raise his voice incredulously, "Young Master Smith, you are looking for women? Well... the maids at home might not... suit your taste, even though they are fairly good-looking, but after all they are just... servants!"

Willy Smith: "..."

What in the world was going on?

Did he say something?

Oh my God!

This was the first time Willy Smith swore like this in his heart; was he that kind of person? Clearly, he wasn’t! With such a beautiful girl in the house, why would he call for a maid?

"Get your mind out of the gutter. Miss Jensen is drunk, just need two maids to help her bathe!"

Having said that, Willy Smith decisively hung up the phone, not waiting to hear the astonished response from the other side. After hanging up, his heart raced even faster, so fast it felt like it could break out of his head, his cheeks also began to feel slightly hot.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own breathing, which still scared Willy Smith a bit. He was so frightened that he directly pressed his ear to the bathroom door to eavesdrop, but still, he heard no movement inside.

The only thing that could slightly calm him was the absence of the sound of water; otherwise, his frail heart really couldn’t have taken it.

But within a few minutes, the maids Willy Smith had called arrived, yet to him, it felt as though a century had passed.

"Mr. Smith!!"

"Hurry inside, Miss Jensen is in there. Help her bathe and get dressed, then call me!"

After speaking, Willy Smith leaned quietly by the bathroom door to wait. The door opened and then closed, then opened again: "Mr. Smith, Miss Jensen is asleep inside, what should we do?"

Asleep?

Willy Smith experienced a few minutes of blankness, then instinctively pushed the door open and entered. Indeed, as they had said, she was curled up in a clean and tidy bathtub, holding a large bottle of shower gel, her long eyelashes slightly drooping, even in a drunken sleep, she looked every bit a princess.

"Mr. Smith, should we wash her or not?"

Being able to sleep so soundly in a perfectly dry bathtub, Miss Jensen was indeed talented. However, since Mr. Smith remained silent and unresponsive, it was difficult for them as servants to take initiative, "Besides, sleeping there, bathing could easily cause a cold!"

Seeing that Jaysen Smith still hadn’t spoken and was just focusing intently on the woman’s sleeping face, someone quickly added, "Shall we wake Miss Jensen up?"

"Would she stop having a cold if we woke her up?" the man finally responded with a glance, "I’ll carry her out, and then you all can help her change her clothes!"

With that, Willy Smith bent down, picked up the woman, and carried her to the bed. Perhaps because she was drunk, the usually aloof Nana Jensen, upon feeling the warmth of an embrace, clung tightly to him. She even wrapped her arms around the man’s shoulders voluntarily and snugly nestled her head against his chest, finding an even more comfortable position to continue sleeping. Their harmonious rhythm made them look like an old married couple, which was a bit embarrassing for the two young servants watching!

With everyone asleep, finding her own clothes to change into was out of the question. Luckily, the room was stocked with pajamas of the right size, though the styles were rather...

"Sir, which pajama should we dress Miss Jensen in?"

One of the maids picked up a black lace suspender nightgown and asked Willy Smith. She admitted it was on purpose because, when they had taken the phone call earlier, Miss Chani and their young lady were standing next to them, having already hinted that they’d be out of a job if things weren’t handled properly!

As for what things?

Even thinking with their butts, they knew it must involve being his divine wingmen, though the servants wondered if, with such unspoken understanding already displayed, they really needed to play the role of divine wingmen?

"Cough, cough... not this one!"

Willy Smith was immediately dumbfounded upon seeing the nightgown—this wasn’t clothes; it was practically a spider web! It covered nothing, and he guessed it could even tear if one’s fingers touched it carelessly. "Get normal clothes!"

He was clueless as to why the Thompson family would prepare such clothes for women, not knowing that Chani Gordon and Nicole Thompson had specifically ordered someone to make this arrangement!

Hearing this, the servant casually picked a conservative white piece, "How about this one?"

"Is this normal clothes? Made from plastic wrap, right?"

Willy Smith was again taken aback by the white nightgown. Though its style was conservative, the material... Where was the fabric? It was all transparent, practically showing even the pores of the skin beneath. "Change it, change it!"

"The rest are all similar, so what kind of pajama would you like Miss Jensen to change into?"

The servant, while speaking, took out each piece of women’s pajamas from the cabinet one by one, presenting them in sequence before Willy Smith. "It seems they’re all of a similar style. How about just picking any one for Miss Jensen to wear? After all, it’s just pajamas; once covered with a quilt, no one will see!"

No one will see?

Isn’t he a person?

Being this drunk, he definitely planned to stay and watch over her at night. Though he didn’t intend to sleep in the bed, they would still be in the same room, right?

"No, you can’t be careless with pajamas. Go to your room right now and get one of your long pajama sets!"

Willy Smith, fearing they would bring something inappropriate again, quickly added, "Remember, I want pajama pants, not a skirt, long-sleeved clothes and trousers, nothing transparent, no silk, only cotton!"

Servant: "..."

Ultimately, they were servants and obediently brought the clothes to him within three minutes as instructed by Willy Smith. The clothes were ready, but about changing...

"I’ll step out; call me when you’re done!"

In such a situation, Willy Smith was very conscious. He pried the woman’s hands that hung around his neck off and prepared to head to the living room of the guest room. Unexpectedly, the grip of the woman’s hands was astonishingly strong, and he couldn’t pry them off no matter what!