When Westley refused to get out of Doris's way, she tried to push past him. As she did this, though, he leaned into her, and she was overwhelmed by his warm, familiar breath.
Doris frowned and asked him, "What are you doing?" She hated the fact that when he approached her, she was always powerless to resist him.
Westley glared at her. "How dare you enslave Mrs. Gates?" he hissed.
Doris winced and took a few steps backward. "Wh-Wh-What do y-you mean?" she stammered.
Westley: "How dare you force Helen to cook for you?!?!"
Doris's face turned white, and she was too surprised to speak. Luckily, Helen was nearby, and she hurriedly explained: "I made too much food, and so I invited Miss Lincoln to have some."
Westley nodded. Then he walked behind Helen and hugged her slender waist with one a……
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