Anna Jadwin held back her discomfort and forced back her tears.
She had experienced bankruptcy and the death of her parents; her life had already suffered significant changes, and she had become much stronger than the average person.
She carefully cleaned her lower body, washing away Wayne Bailey's scent and straightening her disheveled clothes.
...
The bathroom door opened.
Wayne Bailey, standing by the bed, paused with his shirt halfway on, only two buttons fastened.
The open chest revealed clear muscle lines, dripping with seductive sweat.
He coldly furrowed his brows, returning to his usual distant and cold demeanor.
"I will take responsibility."
"No need, we all encounter a wild dog in our lives." Anna Jadwin smirked, appearing carefree, "Besides, your service wasn't bad. It's just fun."
Wayne Bailey's blue eyes turned frosty, his tensed muscles tainted with dark anger.
Anna Jadwin picked up her underwear from the bed and ran back to the bathroom to put it on.
