Winter washed herself with a quick hot shower at midnight. She walked to the bed wearing only a towel that could barely cover her body. Thus, when she threw herself on the bed, her towel slipped out, revealing her naked body under it.
Winter stared at the dim ceiling lamp, thinking about what happened today. She didn't expect herself to be so awed by Sebastian's way to try to please her, to the point she was willing to give him a handjob.
She had always been fair when it came to her assessment. Sebastian earned that handjob after his long and arduous discussion with Lucien LeBlanc, who hated his guts.
"If only that Sebastian in my previous life could be as kind and honest as you," Winter murmured, referring to the disparity between this Sebastian, and that evil Sebastian who ruined her life.
They were so different that she couldn't lump them as one person anymore.
