He furrowed his brows, wanting to explain, but he just didn't know how to.
What could he say? That she was the woman he spent a million dollars on per month, a pet that he had bought?
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With such gloomy thoughts, he headed back home. Arriving, he approached the bathroom door and yanked it open with a stern face, saying indignantly, "Your stuff is here!"
Unexpectedly, the moment he opened the door, he was astonished.
Because Emma Smith was actually inside——taking a bath?
No, it should be said like this: when he entered, Emma had apparently already finished cleaning herself; she just hadn't put on any clothes yet——
Rober Thomson's bedroom bathroom and shower room were connected. Perhaps because the water had just been turned off, the room was still filled with steam. She stood with her back facing him, her barely visible body in the misty vapors shrouded in a layer of gauze––soft, delicate, and incredibly beautiful.
