The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me

Chapter 287: Intimacy in the Room

At this time, Martin and Vivian were not at home, and even Samantha was nowhere to be seen. All the

servants stayed outside, as if they had been ordered not to come in.

Yolanda frowned slightly. Then, she went up to the second floor and walked towards Samantha's

bedroom.

By now, Yolanda hadn't felt anything was wrong. She knew that Samantha had the habit of taking a nap

and normally it would be her nap time now. Therefore, she only thought that Samantha did not want

anyone to disturb her.

However, just as Yolanda was about to knock on Samantha's bedroom door, the conversation between

a man and a woman suddenly came from the room.

"So the children's marriage is settled like this. Just let them meet tomorrow!"

This was Samantha's voice, soft and gentle, with rare tenderness.

"Yes, if it works out well, it will be more convenient for us to meet each other in the future."

This was a man's voice. He sounded no longer young, seeming to be panting slightly after some sort of

intimate act.

Yolanda stiffened at the voice and couldn't believe her ears again.

After pausing for a moment, Yolanda carefully approached the door which was left ajar and looked

through the gap.

With a single glance, she immediately covered her mouth with hands, afraid that she would scream out

loud.

In the large soft red bed lay Samantha and a man. If this man were someone else, Yolanda would only

think that Samantha felt lonely and cheated on her father. She would immediately rush in and kick that

man off the bed her father had slept in.

However, the man was none other than George, Allen's father.

Yolanda had never thought that Samantha would hook up with George. She knew that George had a

womanizing reputation. Even though he was over 50 years old, he had affairs with many women, all of

whom were young and beautiful. In her mind, however, Samantha was not a woman who would cheat

on her husband. It could even be said that she was a bit conservative.

How could such a woman sleep in the same bed with another man at home just a month after her

husband's death?

Yolanda was completely shocked.

But everything in front of her was indeed true.

In the bed, Samantha's hair was let down and part of her breasts were revealed. With tenderness in

her eyes, she lay prone on George's naked chest. Both of them indulged themselves in smoking ...

shishas.

They would exhale the smoke every time they took a puff at the shishas. Nobody knew how long they

had been smoking, but the entire bedroom was filled with smoke.

Yolanda couldn't believe that the seductive woman in the bed would be Samantha. Because in the

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than ordinary women, never expecting her to be so sexually attractive.

The smoke filled the entire bedroom and started to float out through the gap, because the door wasn't

tightly closed. Yolanda had only peeked through it for a while, but her eyes were already stung, with her

throat being both itchy and dry.

She hurried to take two steps back, lest she cough from the choking smoke and expose herself.

Looking at the door that could be opened with a gentle push, Yolanda suddenly found herself in a

dilemma.

After thinking it over, she turned left and entered the bedroom where she used to live before getting

married.

Sometimes, pretending to know nothing could benefit more than telling the truth.

Thus, Yolanda stayed in her bedroom and waited. Half an hour later, she heard some movement

outside the room and then the sound of starting a car came from outside the building. She knew that

George had left.

Yolanda went out and pushed open Samantha's bedroom door.

Inside the room, Samantha casually put on a sexy pink-purple slip nightdress and was focusing on

tidying up the hookah appliances. Hearing someone push the door open, she thought George had

returned because the maid didn't dare to enter directly without her permission. Thus, she said softly

without turning her head, "You're back in time. You forgot the cigarette I specially prepared for you..."

While speaking, Samantha turned around. Seeing Yolanda standing at the door, she froze for a

moment, but regained composure quickly and looked the same as usual. She turned around and

continued to clean up, secretly hiding the pack of cigarettes prepared for George in the drawer and

gently locking it.

Yolanda wasn't thinking about the cigarette mentioned by Samantha, so she did not pay any attention

to it. With a faint smile on her face, Yolanda sat down on the stool in front of Samantha's dressing table

directly. Then, she crossed her arms and sneered. "It's been a while since I saw you last time, but you

seem to live quite comfortably. You've brought a man home not long before my father's death. Aren't

you afraid that my father will come looking for you in the middle of the night?"