She turned on the faucet, ran her hands through her hair, and stared blankly at the mirror.
There was no luster in her eyes, and her complexion was quite pale. She took out her makeup from her bag and began to touch up her face.
It seemed her resentment hadn't faded, and she muttered under her breath as she applied her makeup.
"He's tall and big, but who would have thought he couldn't get it up. Mr. Santos can have anything he wants, but he's no better than a eunuch. It's a complete joke if word gets out," Harper grumbled discontentedly.
"Took you to the hospital and you refused, so worried about losing face. Any man would react to me, but you, bastard, just can't get it up," Harper was utterly incensed.
She touched up her foundation and redrew her eyeliner.
Anger was unmistakable in Harper's eyes.
She was dressed very sexily today; it wasn't very hot yet, but she already had on a strappy dress.
The stockings on her legs were also particularly tempting.
