"Believe it or not, that's up to you. Anyway, I've explained myself."
Hmph, such arrogance!
She explained, and he was just supposed to believe her?
He rose, his cold, shadowed eyes sweeping over her, his voice as chilling as ever. "There are clothes in the wardrobe. Go change."
Sophie understood his concise command. He was letting her off the hook.
She immediately handed the towel back to him.
"At your service!"
Sophie saluted and turned to open the wardrobe.
Next to rows of neatly arranged men's attire hung a multitude of ladies' clothes, in all sorts of delicate and gorgeous styles.
Sophie's fingertips brushed over the various lavish garments, finally stopping on a relatively conservative skirt.
Taking the skirt, she went into the bath chamber.
The man sitting on the sofa saw her actions and scoffed, "It's not like I haven't seen. What's the point of hiding?"
