He turned to gaze at her, his voice hoarse, "Whether you need my help or not, I need to help myself!"
His words carried a deeper meaning, and the ambiguous tone made Mabel Doyle's cheeks burn. She lowered her head, stopped speaking, and let the man lead her into the bathroom.
Bryan White's idea of "helping himself" was actually taking a shower. Once in the bathroom, he plunged straight into the shower stall.
The shower stall wasn't far from the toilet, just a few steps away. Mabel sat on the toilet, her stomach faintly aching. She sat there for a long time, her eyes fixed on the shower stall.
Through the glass, she could see the man taking a shower. There wasn't a trace of steam rising in the shower stall, indicating he was showering with cold water.
It was already early October, and the weather in New York was still a bit chilly in the mornings and evenings. Showering with cold water at this time couldn't be comfortable.
