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.

his

separated by a frosted

up and used the toilet outside.

being so intimate that they could

up, she knocked on

around his waist after drying himself.

called out with

was startled.

"Are you still tired?"

understood

When

if she woke up, she was still groggy. Even if he wanted to have intimacy, she always felt tired and didn't have the energy to deal with

usually very busy. When she woke up in the morning, he was already gone.

and lifted her

then leaned against his warm chest. "Why did you shower so early in the morning?" "Just came back from half an hour of training, and I'm sweaty," Nathan explained

rest at home? Why

carefully placed her on

cheeks before

too

need to release.