Nathan Bolton put down the phone, went upstairs and didn't find anyone, only heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
He turned and went to the guest room bathroom.
Hmm, hurry up and wash, don't waste time.
After all, it's already very late, and happy times are further shortened.
He hurriedly finished washing, went to the balcony, cigarette pinched between his fingers, not lit.
He's a bit of a smoker, but despite coughing badly in the past, he hadn't quit.
Unexpectedly, after meeting her, he broke the habit.
She was his real addiction.
Lorraine Hughes wore a black velvet cami nightdress, long down to her ankles.
Her long black hair rested casually on her shoulders, only dried to a non-dripping point, the beauty of wet hair.
She stirred the silhouette on the balcony, Nathan Bolton slowly turned back and met her gaze.
He was not at all hiding his thoughts about her.
