Chapter 118 Bathing Mendes

Rachel was still the one knocking on the door.

She was looking overwhelmed. Her hands were covered in bubbles, there were some on her hair as well. Her shirt was a mess, and finally she couldn't stand it anymore. "Can you please come over and help me?" she pleaded.

Mendes was being a handful, it was one crazy thing after the other. One moment he would be draining the shampoo, the next moment he would spray Rachel with water. She could no longer contain him by herself, she had to ask for help.

Mendes was acting all hyper. Instead of taking a nice and calm bath, he was playing with the water and swimming around in the bathtub.

Mendes used to feel too embarrassed to let others bathe him, but it seemed as though he got over it. Rachel worried about what he would do if he was alone in the bathroom. She was afraid that he would run around and slip or hurt himself without their knowledge.

She asked the boy if he needed her help, and this time he agreed without a hint of hesitation. The last time she asked Mendes, he was determined to refuse her.

Rachel realized that it was a trap. The moment she tried to shampoo his hair, the boy threw water on her. Some of the water even got into her mouth.

Rachel was searching for the shampoo but couldn't find it. It took her a few seconds to realize that Mendes had it, but it was still too late for her. When she turned around, he almost emptied the shampoo bottle on her.

The bathroom had become a complete mess. Rachel's hair was riddled with unwashed shampoo and bubbles, and her clothes were soaking wet from Mendes' horseplay.

Jack went inside the bathroom with Rac

ey stared at each other and remained silent. After a few seconds, Jack suddenly calmed down and pulled her out of the room.

As soon as they got out of the room, Jack pushed her against the wall and leaned towards her. "Jack, what are you doing?" Rachel's legs were shaking, and you could feel the panic from the sound of her voice.

Jack was leaning closer to her face, and soon he was towering over her and covering the light coming from the hallway.

Sweat ran down on Rachel's cheeks. She pursed her lips and held onto the wall. "Jack! What are you planning to do?"

Jack's mind had almost reached its wit's end. One misstep and he would fall into a bottomless chasm that he could never return from.

But he couldn't calm his desires. Everything about Rachel turned him on. The smell of her hair, the innocence in her eyes, and the way she bit her lips—Jack couldn't help himself.

Jack called her name with his bedroom voice. Rachel saw the way he looked at her. His eyes were filled with complex emotions that she did not completely understand.

Jack dueled with the thought of kissing her again. What could he say to convince her to accept him?

He saw that Rachel was trembling, and her eyes pleaded "No." "What's the matter with you?" she stammered as she pushed him away.

Jack didn't know what to say at this point. He kept staring at her, breathing deeply.

Rachel involuntarily licked her lips because they felt dry from all the tension.

It triggered an uproar in Jack's heart. He had gone through a lot to control his desire, and seeing her do that cut off the last of his sanity. There was no stopping him now.