The door was pushed open, and Carlos walked in.
In a panic, Emily Parker slipped and lost her balance, seemingly about to fall to the ground.
At that moment, a large hand swiftly reached out and firmly supported her waist.
Emily Parker's heart raced wildly, and she stammered,
"Why did you come in?"
Her hand instinctively shielded the front part of her body, and her ears blushed instantly, as if brushed by flames.
Carlos stood still, his expression calm. He struggled to pull his gaze away from Emily, but the tactile sensation lingered vividly in his palm.
Emily Parker's skin was delicate and smooth, like almond milk, so fair it nearly glowed.
He was holding a set of Emily's intimate clothes for changing, given to him by the servants.
It turned out that, having just broken into a sweat, Emily was eager to take a shower and had asked the servants to bring her clothes.
