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 she

by a frosted

and used the toilet

so intimate that they could share the same

freshening up, she knocked on the glass

waist after drying himself. He opened the glass door and looked

out with a

startled. "What's

"Are you still tired?"

immediately understood

for the past few days. When Nathan returned home

have intimacy, she always felt tired and didn't have

busy. When she woke up in the morning, he was already gone. Today, Donald's daughter

came out and lifted her

chest. "Why did you shower so early in the morning?" "Just came

at

carefully placed her on

smooth cheeks before complaining, "I

too

need to release.