The Wrong Woman

As the door closed, Mila couldn't help but blush. She could feel that he was shirtless, with water droplets on his body. She dared not look around. "From now on, just come in. You don't have to knock on the door," Nathan murmured, his voice hoarse. He gently continued, "There's no secrets between us."

"I didn't come in to watch you shower." Mila replied shyly, "I just wanted to ask you when the banquet starts."

"3:00 pm."

"Oh," Mila replied.

She continued, her face flushed, "You go ahead and shower. I'll go out first."

"Do you want to shower together?"

"No."

Nathan touched her cheek and looked at her with a warm gaze. "Not going to freshen up?"

"I will. After you finish, I'll freshen up."

Nathan whispered in her ear, "I'll continue showering. You can wash your face, brush your teeth, or use the toilet. It won't affect anything."

"This isn't appropriate," Mila said, embarrassed. Although they were husband and wife and had done the most intimate things, she still wasn't used to such blatant disregard for privacy. "I'll close the glass door. Is that okay?" Nathan coaxed gently.

resist his request, so

separated by a frosted

up and used the toilet outside.

intimate that they could

Mila finished freshening up, she knocked on the

drying himself. He opened the glass door

out with

startled.

"Are you still tired?"

immediately understood

been going to bed early for the past few days. When Nathan

tired and didn't have the energy to deal with him.

replied. She knew he was usually very busy. When she woke up in the

and lifted

arms around his neck, then leaned against his warm chest. "Why did you shower so early in the morning?"

to have a day off. Can't you just rest at home? Why

carefully placed her on

touched her smooth cheeks before

have too much

need to release.