Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 680 Arnold, why are you acting like a woman...
He thought that even if it was one room, it should at least have two beds, but now this situation?
Arnold looked at Mark and directly asked the question in his heart, "Boss, there’s only one bed. How are we supposed to sleep?"
Mark looked at Arnold, replying with a question, "How else can we sleep? What’s the big deal with two grown men sleeping?"
After saying that and not waiting for Arnold to respond, Mark continued as if it were obvious, "Is there even a need to think about it? Of course, both you and I will sleep on it!"
Arnold: "..."
Both, both... sleep on it?
Remembering the front desk’s suggestive comment earlier, Arnold’s face couldn’t help but blush slightly.
Mark also recalled the front desk’s words.
He looked at Arnold, raising his eyebrows mischievously, and said with a light laugh, "Don’t worry, your boss here is straight, not into that!"
Arnold’s blush spread even more on his face.
He didn’t dare look at Mark, lowering his head, stammering, "This... I-I’ll just sleep on the sofa!"
Mark didn’t say a word, standing there, beginning to undress.
Not hearing any sound from Mark, Arnold looked up.
The man’s figure was tall and handsome.
He was wearing a pair of black military pants, which wrapped around his long, strong legs standing there.
His upper body wore a white shirt.
Now, his slender, fair fingers were on the buttons of his shirt, leisurely and with elegance, unbuttoning them one by one.
He, he was actually undressing!
Arnold, face flushed, eyes like a startled deer, looked at Mark, "Boss, what are you doing?"
As Arnold asked, Mark took off the white shirt he was wearing.
He casually tossed it onto the bed, saying, "Taking a shower, of course!"
Then he lifted his long legs and walked into the bathroom...
Mark walked into the bathroom, leaving only Arnold in the room.
Watching the bathroom door close in front of him, Arnold’s face turned as red as possible, almost to the point where it could drip blood.
Since joining Interpol and joining the boss’s team, he had sparred with the boss on the training field but had never clearly seen the boss’s abs like this before.
It had to be said, the boss’s physique was really perfect, truly looking slender when clothed and muscular when undressed.
However, for the boss to just casually undress and shower right in front of him, wasn’t he treating him too intimately?
Arnold fiercely shook his head, trying to shake away the scene he inadvertently witnessed just now from his mind.
However, it was useless.
His mind was filled with Mark’s straight and strong long legs and the sight of his bare torso and taut waist.
Arnold vigorously tapped his increasingly heated face while muttering incessantly, "Calm down! Calm down!..."
When that didn’t help, Arnold found a glass of cold water and gulped it down, only then did the fiery temperature on his cheeks gradually subside.
But just as the temperature on Arnold’s face had cooled down, Mark finished a quick rinse and walked out of the bathroom.
He was still wearing those black trousers, his upper body bare, showcasing his well-defined muscles.
Due to just taking a shower, Mark’s hair was wet, and even the gaps between his firm muscles were interspersed with glistening droplets.
Seeing this, Arnold’s cheeks uncontrollably reddened again.
Mark glanced at Arnold’s red cheeks, chuckling softly, "Arnold, why are you blushing like a girl?"
Arnold: "..."
Mark laughed and commanded, "Alright, stop standing there, hurry up and shower, and sleep. We have to take action at midnight!"
"Yes!" Arnold responded and darted into the bathroom, even locking the bathroom door behind him.
Hearing the bathroom door lock, Mark couldn’t help but laugh.
This kid!
If he wasn’t mistaken just now, was that shyness?
And even locking the door to shower, afraid he would look?
With that slight figure, what’s there to look at?
He’s straight, really not into that!
But to be honest, this kid’s small frame is almost comparable to a woman’s.
If it weren’t for this kid being so fierce, with no match other than himself, and being a familiar, handpicked officer, he would really suspect this kid was a girl.
Speaking of which, this kid looks so much like a girl; if he were to dress as a woman, no one would be able to tell, right?
That way, he could have this kid go to Whitehill palace, act as a lady-in-waiting by Melody’s side, and stay close to protect her.
Thinking of this, Mark nodded, "Hmm, this is a good plan."
Ten minutes later, Arnold came out of the bathroom after showering.
Unlike Mark, who bared his chest, Arnold came out neatly dressed, as if ready for a mission.
Seeing Arnold wrapped tightly, Mark raised an eyebrow and asked, "Arnold, are you planning to sleep dressed like this?"
Arnold nodded and asked in return, "Is there a problem?"
Mark’s eyes scanned Arnold up and down, slowly speaking, "Yes, there’s a big problem."
Hearing Mark’s words, Arnold’s heart pounded chaotically.
Just then, Mark continued, "Can you really sleep like that?"
Arnold’s wildly beating heart suddenly settled back into place.
His clear eyes looked at Mark, answering earnestly, "Of course, I can sleep like this, besides boss, don’t you think it saves time?"
Mark frowned skeptically, "Saves time?"
Arnold nodded, "Yes, this way I can be ready for the mission at any moment!"
Mark smiled helplessly, "As long as you’re happy."
After saying this, Mark looked at Arnold, seriously explaining the task, "Arnold, tonight’s mission is this: we infiltrate the palace to meet the Queen, informing her about the bandits’ plans to attack the Whitehill royal tomb and steal the treasure, so she can prepare in advance."
Arnold nodded, "Okay."
Mark’s scrutinizing gaze fell on Arnold, and after confirming his earlier idea was feasible, he continued, "Additionally, I’m planning to have you disguise as a woman to stay by Melody’s side to protect her, while I capture the criminal Troy Cowell!"
"Disguise as a woman!" Arnold’s eyes widened in disbelief, looking at Mark, "Boss, why do you want me to disguise as a woman? There’s really no need for that if we’re protecting the Whitehill queen, right?"
"It’s very necessary!" Mark analyzed, looking at Arnold, "Since Troy dares to strike at Whitehill, he must be fully prepared. Now, I suspect there’s a spy for Troy inside the Whitehill palace, but I don’t know who it is or what kind of harm they’ll cause to Melody."
