"Sylvia-"
The door was opened by Sylvia and Favian finally relaxed. She was wearing a robe, and her hair was damp. Her cheeks were flushed pink as she looked at him.
Favian stepped inside the room, pushing her aside. His gaze swept over the whole place suspiciously.
"What took you so long?"
"I was bathing."
"At this time?" He raised his brow, eyeing her from head to toe.
"Yes." Sylvia didn't provide further explanation.
She could bathe whenever she wanted.
Favian was silent for a while before he nodded his head in understanding, and Sylvia could finally breathe. She now only hoped that Corbin would not do something stupid to complicate things even more.
But the most persistent problem she had was how she was going to stop the pull between the two of them.
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