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,

separated by a frosted

while she freshened up and used the toilet outside. She blushed

being so intimate that they could share

on the glass

waist after drying himself. He opened

called out with

startled.

"Are you still tired?"

understood

to bed early for the past few days. When Nathan returned home late at night, he usually

felt tired and didn't

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

out and

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

rest at home? Why do you still have to exercise and force yourself too

carefully placed her on

cheeks

too much energy

need to release.