Chapter 844

Tiffany lay still, pretending to be asleep, while the sound of water trickling in the background echoed. Ronald squeezed out a towel and then wiped her face with it. The warm, damp cloth gilded softly over her forehead, down her cheeks, and finally brushed her lips. Tiffany fought back the wave of nausea, forcing herself to remain still and quiet. She figured he'd probably take off once he was done. But out of nowhere, she felt her collar tighten, and then it loosened. It took her a moment to realize what was happening—he was unbuttoning her shirt. Tiffany was wearing patient clothing with nothing underneath. Ronald easily undid each button, one after another. He had no intention of stopping. What was he up to? Tiffany felt a wave of panic. As he went for the third button, she realized she couldn't pretend any longer. She lifted her hand to brush his away, opened her eyes, and grabbed at her loose collar. "You're awake?" Ronald fixed his gaze on her, sounding casual. Tiffany sat