EuropeNovelChapter 126
However, she couldn't really say anything now; she was already inside, and it would seem overly tic to
back out. She turned on the shower, and as the warm water streamed over her, she finally felt scomfort.
But she was in Dylan's bathroom and didn't dare linger. She finished her shower in ten minutes and wrapped
herself snugly in a towel.
Only then did it hit her that she had nothing to wear underneath. There was no way she could just stroll out like
that. Clutching the corner of the towel tightly, she hesitated for a good ten minutes, unable to gather the
courage to open the bathroom door.
Then Dylan's voice broke through the silence. "Why aren't you coming out?"
The water had stopped ages ago, and she stayed frozen by the door. After what felt like forever, she finally
cracked the door open just a bit. "Mr. Dylan, where am | sleeping tonight?"
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Her cheeks were rosy from the bathroom's heat, her eyes a bit misty, and though she had quickly blow-dried her
hair, it still carried a hint of dampness. Dylan didn't look directly at her. He gave a quick glance her way and then
looked away. Clara thought he hadn't heard her, so she repeated, "Where am | sleeping?"
By now, Dylan had his back to her and pointed toward the sofa.
Clara clutched her towel, eager to ask why she couldn't use the guest room, but she's kinda scared. She
wondered if Dylan really believed she was his personal sleep aid. If that was the case, she couldn't refuse,
especially since he was helping her out now.
But with nothing on underneath, she awkwardly settled onto the wide sofa. She quickly grabbed a nearby
blanket, pulling it over herself to feel ssense of security. Dylan stood up from his wheelchair, grabbed his
pajamas from nearby, and headed into the bathroom. Contént
Hearing the water running inside, Clara felt a bit surreal. How had she ended up sharing a room with Dylan
again? A single man and woman alone together-if
anyone found out, it would look quite improper...
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Yet with Dylan, she instinctively felt unsure of herself. She wrapped the towel tightly around her, and whether it
was her imagination. not, it seemed like tonight, Dylan was spending an unusually long tin the bathroom
tonight. She'd seen him shower before he was usually quick. Tonight, though, he was in there for over an hour,
long enough for her to worry if something might have happened to him.
Still wrapped in her towel, Clara approached the bathroom door. Just as she
raised her hand to knock, the door swung open from the inside. Dylan stood
there, his handsface touched with a flush, his hair slightly damp, giving off an unexpectedly alluring vibe.
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didn't retreat in tand landed
directly on his chest. When he wore
suits, Dylan always buttoned his
shirt tothe top, giving off an air of restraint. But now, in his loose pajamas, the neckline plunged down his chest.
It was as if a once untouchable figure had suddenly becintertwined with something more complex.
Clara's fingers instinctively pressed against the firmness beneath her palm, and she quickly pulled her hand
back.
Dylan ran a hand through the damp hair hanging over his face, pushing it back to create a disheveled yet
enticing look.
No woman could resist such a scene. Clara backed away several steps, her back hitting the wall.
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