Chapter 242

Maxwell didn't say a word and stood in front of the bathtub, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Then, it was his belt.

Jennifer smelled a hint of alcohol off him. No wonder he was acting weird. But there wasn't even a towel beside her, and she couldn't cover herself.

"Maxwell, you're drunk." Jennifer hid in the corner of the bathtub and said nervously, "I'm begging you, please leave."

Jennifer even closed her eyes, not daring to look at the seductive scene.

She suddenly felt water splashing around in the bathtub.

Maxwell had already stepped into the bathtub. Although the bathtub was spacious enough for a few people, it felt cramped with Maxwell's addition. His tall and sturdy body was like a huge curtain looming over her.

"Wait! Maxwell, you can't..." Jennifer was flustered. How could they do it in the bathtub?

But Maxwell didn't hesitate and restrained her hands, roughly capturing her lips with a sense of urgency.

His voice was dark and devilish, "Why not? Aren't you my wife? D