Chapter 81 Is this comfortable?_1

The room had no tables, otherwise, Claudia Ross would have definitely slammed her hand on one and risen to her feet.

She placed her hands on her hips, looking furious, "Wyatt Perry, you're looking for a fight, aren't you?"

How could she have ever fallen for such an ungentlemanly man, really, you can't just look at someone's face, their character is what matters.

"Wash my hair for me, and I'll let you have the bed tonight," Wyatt Perry said without even looking up.

"You don't have hands or what? Dream on if you think I'm washing your hair for you. The bed is mine tonight, don't even think about it."

Claudia Ross said as she turned over and climbed into bed like a rogue, occupying more than half of it.

Wyatt Perry didn't say anything; he just hooked his lip up a bit and then got up to go to the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

See, bathing just fine.

The young master's illness is definitely spoiled out of him.