  Baila said without any expression. "Congratulations."

  

      "Hurry up and serve me in the bath!"

  

      After taking a shower, Phoebe took out a bottle of perfume and sprayed it on herself. She felt hot when she thought of Rowan's handsome face and perfect figure.

  

      She couldn't wait any longer.

  

      "Baila, you must be envious. Remember that you're just a lowly substitute, and I'm the real Mrs. Hayes!" Phoebe left arrogantly after finishing her words.

  

      Phoebe walked into the master bedroom, and Rowan had already stood up. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. "Honey, I'm here."

  

      Phoebe rushed over.

  

      Rowan was waiting for Phoebe, including that familiar scent. But when Phoebe threw herself to Rowan, Rowan only smelled pungent perfume.

  

      It was the vulgar perfume of roses.

  

      Rowan immediately pushed Phoe

  Baila's face was small, and her skin was white, looking beautiful. What's more, Baila had a pair of watery eyes, giving her another light. She was so gorgeous.

  

      In fact, the scar on her face was fake.

  

      Baila walked out and came to the master bedroom.

  

      She was going to sleep with Rowan.

  

      Originally, she thought she would have no relationship with Rowan after that night. But now, she needed to pretend to be Phoebe and sleep with Rowan.

  

      Baila took a deep breath when she thought of Rowan's leaving back and warning. Then she walked into the room.

  

      Rowan was already lying on the bed. Baila carefully climbed onto the bed and slept on the other side. She wanted to stay away from him.

  

      Rowan was in a bad mood. Perhaps it was because of Baila, a housekeeper of his home. This housekeeper had a pair of bright and watery eyes, a

  What?

  

      Is Rowan Aldous' uncle?

  

      What a coincidence.

  

      "Uncle, this is my classmate, Baila Nelson. She loved me, and she wrote me a love letter today. I'll read it to you." Aldous took out a love letter from his pocket as he said.

  

      Baila was stunned. When did she write a love letter to Aldous?

  

      It must be a prank from her classmates. They wrote a love letter to Aldous in her name.

  

      Aldous began to read the love letter with his emotions. "My dear Mr. Hayes, I like you so much. I like your sexy thin lips and want to kiss you. I like your six-pack abs and want to see your bare body. Although I'm ugly, I'm very gentle. Please let me be your girlfriend, Baila Nelson."

  

      Baila was speechless.

  

      Baila looked up and subconsciously looked at Rowan. It seemed that Rowan had just finished a business meeting. He was dressed in a black coat with a black suit inside. There was an expensive tassel brooch on his suit, and the brooch was shining brightly.

  

      Now he pressed his slender hands on the steering wheel, turned the corners, and sped up. All movements were so smooth.

  

      Maybe it was for the content of the love letter, or maybe it was for Balia's eyesight, Rowan looked up and glanced at Balia through the rearview mirror.

  

      They looked into each other.

  

      Bang! Bang! Bang!

  

      Baila's heart jumped heavily. She dared not to look into Rowan's eyes. Because when she looked into Rowan's eyes, she would recall the night in the hotel. That night, this man fiercely pinched her soft waist and stared at her.

  

      Baila even could see the desire in Rowan's eyes. Rowan looked at her as if he was staring at his woman.

  

      Baila looked away, and she really wanted to throw Aldous away. Then she took a chance and snatched the love letter from Aldous's hand. Shut up!

  

      In fact, Aldous had long noticed Baila. Many people at Yangton University laughed at Baila, but Baila was cold and calm. She was very special.

  

      "Baila, I didn't expect you to like me so much. Okay, let's start dating. From now on, you're my girlfriend."

  

      Aldous stretched out and held Baila's shoulder.

  

      Before Baila could do something, with the squeal of brakes, Rowan stopped the car by the road.

  

      "Aldous, get out of the car."

  

      A low and charming voice sounded in the car.

  

      "Uncle, I haven't arrived yet."

  

      "Have you broken your leg? You can run there."

  

      Aldous was afraid of Rowan. He let go of Baila and said, "Baila, see you tomorrow. I'll have a date with you tomorrow. Goodbye, Uncle."

  

      Rowan stepped on the accelerator and left.

  

      Only Rowan and Baila were in the car. Rowan didn't say anything, and Baila sat there nervously.

  

      Fifteen minutes later, the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the Imperial Manor.

  

      Rowan got out of the car, followed by Baila. Then Rowan's low and sexy voice sounded again. "Don't try to seduce my nephew."

  

      Baila looked up at Rowan, but Rowan's affectionate figure had disappeared in the Imperial Manor.

  

      Baila lowered her head. He must have thought that she was the one who wrote the love letter. Did he think that she was a bad girl who always did this?

  

      ...

  

      Rowan finished his work in the study and returned to his room. He lay on the bed and was unable to fall asleep.

  

      The lingering scent on the bed had dissipated completely, and he began to suffer from insomnia again.

  

      Rowan massaged his temples and dialed a number. "Let Mrs. Hayes go upstairs."

  

      Downstairs, Phoebe was happy. She hurriedly found Baila and said, "Baila, Rowan asked me to go upstairs. I'm going to sleep with him tonight!"

Baila said without any expression. "Congratulations."
  
      "Hurry up and serve me in the bath!"
  
      After taking a shower, Phoebe took out a bottle of perfume and sprayed it on herself. She felt hot when she thought of Rowan's handsome face and perfect figure.
  
      She couldn't wait any longer.
  
      "Baila, you must be envious. Remember that you're just a lowly substitute, and I'm the real Mrs. Hayes!" Phoebe left arrogantly after finishing her words.
  
      Phoebe walked into the master bedroom, and Rowan had already stood up. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. "Honey, I'm here."
  
      Phoebe rushed over.
  
      Rowan was waiting for Phoebe, including that familiar scent. But when Phoebe threw herself to Rowan, Rowan only smelled pungent perfume.
  
      It was the vulgar perfume of roses.
  
      Rowan immediately pushed Phoebe away, "What's that smell on you? Why don't you smell like the fragrance on the be

Chapter 7 Don't Try to Seduce My Nephew