She looked at him with a provocative and untamed look, which irritated Zack immediately. He shouted, "Why don't you cook for yourself when you eat a lot?"

Dorothy answered, "Skipping a meal won't make me starve to death."

Zack rose suddenly, "Do you want to be whipped again?"

Dorothy was so angry at Zack's suspicion that she forgot that she had been whipped. But now she remembered everything after Zack's reminding. Immediately, she felt the pain on her back and did not talk anymore.

Zack cast a stern glance at Dorothy, "Get upstairs after cleaning everything up."

Dorothy wondered in her mind whether that meant she would be whipped again.

And she dared not procrastinate and cleaned up the kitchen room before she went upstairs.

Zack was surfing the Internet when Dorothy arrived in his room. And he did not utter a word for a long time despite the fact that Dorothy was standing at the door.

So, Dorothy had to ask, "What do you want me to do now?"

Zack answered without glancing at her, "Does it hurt?"

Dorothy lowered her head, "Yes."

"Then why you still try to goof off?"

Dorothy made no response and did not tell him the reason. She did not want to have noodles because she ate the same at lunch and she was in a bad mood being beaten by Zack.

Zack rose from his seat and walked toward Dorothy, which made Dorothy draw several steps backward as a reaction.

"Stop, why are you trying to run away?"

Dorothy had to stand there still at his words and saw him standing in front of her. Somehow, a sense of pressure occurred to her.

"The more you want to be lazy, the more interested I am in giving you a lesson." Zack said, "Everything in all the rooms must be cleaned up tomorrow. If you don't finish the task tomorrow evening, you will be punished twice."

Dorothy did not speak anything.

The silence lasted quite a few moments before Zack put on a gloomy expression.

"Did you hear it or not?" he had to speak again.

"Yes. I heard your words."

"Then why didn't you answer me?"

Dorothy became silent once again.

And Zack was enraged again. He thought Dorothy was a tough person although she seemed to be an honest and temperate woman.

He held that teaching her one lesson would not make any difference. Being whipped by the belt seemed to be a massage to her.

But it was okay as he had plenty of time to tame her.

He sneered in his heart.

"Go and prepare for what I need to take a bath!" He ordered.

Dorothy glanced at him and looked around, "How to?"

Zack became impatient as Dorothy knew nothing about here and it troubled him.

He walked into his bedroom and pointed at the wardrobe, "Bring out my bathrobe and slippers, then..."

He paused and waved his hand, "Well, wait for me downstairs."

Dorothy turned and left the room.

Zack saw her back and felt extremely annoyed.

Never had he asked anyone to prepare things he needed to take a bath, nor had he ordered anyone before. He had been polite to Mrs. Hunter and never minded what she did or what she didn't do.

The only reason he had Mrs. Hunter in his house was to let her live in the house and take care of it. Otherwise, he would feel terrible whenever he came home and saw the mess in the room as he did not stay home often.

It was true that Mrs. Hunter's living here made him feel comfortable. He could get the love between families whenever he came home and talked with her.

Yet Mrs. Hunter had to leave because Dorothy was here. Worse still, he was unsatisfied with her in every aspect. He was unhappy about it.

It was not the only thing that bothered Zack. What bothered him most was the real identity of Dorothy! It was a tough problem which he could not avoid though he did want to ignore it.

Zack came down when Dorothy was standing in the living room.

He glanced at her and went into the bathroom without speaking any words.

After he finished bathing, he saw Dorothy still standing there as if she had not moved a step.

Seeing Zack was out of the bathroom, Dorothy cast her eyes on his body unconsciously.

Zack did not wear his bathrobe, with a white bath towel on his waist and his perfect pecs naked.

She did not notice that she was looking at him although she was looking. It was because she wasn't thinking about that.

She was still thinking about the moment when she was whipped!

Yet Zack did sense her eyes and turned to questioned her coldly, "What are you seeing?"

Dorothy came to her senses and found that she had been looking at his body. And she hurried to turn her eyes away.

A strange feeling occurred to Zack when he saw Dorothy blushing. But he refused to figure out what that feeling was.

Zack turned to the upstairs and said while he was walking, "You can go to have a bath."

Not receiving her answer, he paused and turned back, "Did you hear me?"

"Yes." She stood there and turned to look at him.

"Then why didn't you answer me?" Zack had a pulse to beat her because of impatience.

"I know." She said.

Zack came down after he had been upstairs because he suddenly remembered something, "Do you know how to do it?"

"What?" she looked at him with a blank expression.

"Bath? Do you know or not?"

"Bath?" Dorothy's expression became strange as if she was questioning whether there was anyone who did not know how to take a bath.

Her expression irritated him again, "I mean, do you know how to control the temperature?"

"Well," Dorothy understood now, "I don't know."

"Then why didn't you ask me?" Zack came down with anger and pushed her with his hand.

Dorothy hissed slightly. Then Zack realized that he must have touched the lash on her back.