He quickly rushed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the cold water wash over his burning body.
If it weren't for the thought of Melody's blindness and the people and matters of Whitehill affecting her mood, he would have devoured her without hesitation.
Melody Parker lay stunned on the soft, comfortable big bed. It wasn't until the sound of water drizzling in the bathroom reached her ears that she realized the man had gone to take a cold shower.
The man's thoughtfulness warmed her heart involuntarily.
"It's not that impossible, just that I can't see, why take a cold shower? That's so harmful to the body!"
Melody Parker muttered blushingly, feeling around to put on the clothes that the man who was punishing himself had pulled off her, one by one.
After she had put them all back on, she heard the sound of water still in the bathroom, and couldn't help but whisper softly, "Insisting on taking a cold shower, how is this my fault?"
