"No, no, I'm just thirsty... I wanted some water!" Janet placed both hands on the counter behind her, her face slightly flushed as she glanced nervously toward the bathroom. That's when she noticed the lazy man standing by the door—bare-chested, droplets of water clinging to his skin, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, casually watching her.
"Bring me my robe," Charles said in a deep, commanding tone, shooting Janet a piercing look. He had called her several times from inside the bathroom earlier, but she hadn't answered.
"Oh..." Janet swallowed hard, a bitter taste lingering in her throat. Her wide eyes darted toward the bathroom again, but Charles had already closed the door behind him.
Feeling awkward, she walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed his robe, then quietly returned to the bathroom. Her gaze shyly averted from the man lounging in the tub. His long legs rested on the edge, seemingly unaware of her presence.
