Chapter 23: DARK MATTER
Ethan paused there for a moment, looking at her back.
The shape of her ass cheeks was clearly visible beneath the fabric, and that slick silk made them look even juicier. But after a short moment, Ethan turned his gaze away. He turned his head and left the kitchen without any further action.
Mrs. Willow stood there still.
A few drops of sweat had gathered on her temple. A clenched fist was pressed between her legs as she bit her finger. Her cheeks had turned red—so red that if something poked them slightly, they'd spill out, and her ears were steaming from the heat.
"Arghhh~ Can't believe he did it with her. Damn that woman..." she thought to herself, her fist buried against her cunt through the tight fabric—unintentional, but the pressure made her pussy throb like a needy whore.
Ethan walked through the hallway, rubbing the spot where Mrs. Willow had shoved her finger.
"Damn. That hurts," Ethan murmured.
The hallway of their house was wide and open—it was so big a guy like Ethan could sleep there horizontally without any discomfort, and there would still be space left over. The floor was polished marble with soft runner rugs laid out. The walls were mostly white, some decorated with textured panels, artwork, and backlit family photos. The floating staircase at the end of the hallway gave off a grand, welcoming feel.
Ethan's eyes were half-lidded as he walked silently. He entered his room, tossed his bag onto the table, and turned on the light.