Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Richard stood shirtless, wearing only his suit pants.

Pearl couldn't help but admire his well-defined muscles, catching a glimpse of his toned eight-pack. Richard was in great shape, impressive yet not overly imposing. His physique emitted a soft, inviting aura, complemented by his fair complexion.

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Seeing her reaction, Richard couldn't help but smirk. He was still attractive in her eyes, which made him happy. Pearl handed him the clean towel and a set of loungewear, ready to close the door, but a hand stopped her. Richard took the loungewear and asked, "Care to explain why there's men's loungewear in your place?" Was it Silas's? The thought repulsed him, and he almost wanted to burn the garment in his hand.

"It's for emergencies," Pearl replied sincerely, leaving Richard no room to argue.

now,"

to bed, feeling exhausted after a long day. As she lay in bed in the dark, the sound of footsteps outside her door drew nearer, stirring up a

bringing her a sigh

sleep amidst her scattered mind. She shivered from the cold. Late autumn nights always made her

a soothing warmth enveloping her chilly limbs, leading her to cuddle

day, she woke up to find herself clinging to Richard like an octopus, prompting her to panic. "Why are you in my room?" she exclaimed, withdrawing from

explained, "I came for the AC remote last night, and suddenly, you grabbed me,

felt relieved they were still

reaction, Richard frowned, looking