Clarisse's face turned deathly pale as she listened to his words. She awkwardly picked up her clothes from the floor and hastily threw them on before rushing into the bathroom, letting the running water wash away the tears streaming down her cheeks. She had thought that after last night, his attitude towards her might soften, but evidently, she was mistaken. Had she been wrong?
Outside, Jonathan lit a cigarette. When he returned, he found her crouched in front of the suitcase, one hand clutching a towel, the other searching for something. A large part of her smooth white back and slender, tight legs were revealed, and his throat moved up and down as his eyes darkened. Sometimes, innocence and simplicity were more enticing than affected coquetry, like her at this moment. She surely didn't realize that her semi-naked appearance after the bath would ignite a man's burning desire.
