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

were separated by a frosted

she freshened up and used the toilet

they could share the same bathroom together

Mila finished freshening up, she knocked on the glass door. "Nate, I'll go

around his waist after drying himself. He opened the glass door and

he called out with a

startled. "What's

"Are you still tired?"

immediately understood what he

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

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

the morning, he was already

came out and lifted

"Why did you shower so early in the morning?" "Just came back from half an

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

placed

He touched her smooth cheeks before

have too much

need to release.