When Olivia Wynne came out, Zachary Fairchild was still sitting at the computer desk. She glanced at him, and seeing that he hadn't noticed her, she let out a sigh of relief. She hurried to the bed, climbed in, and pulled the covers over herself.
Zachary Fairchild noticed Olivia's subtle movements, and a small smile touched his lips. He then stood up and strode toward the bathroom.
'It had been over three months. It was about time they made some progress.'
When Zachary Fairchild came out of the bathroom, his hair was still dripping wet. He gave it a few rough scrubs with the towel in his hand and walked toward Olivia Wynne with a light spring in his step.
He looked at her on the bed, only her face peeking out from under the covers. Zachary said in a low voice, "Could you do me a favor? My wrist is sore from typing for so long. Can you dry my hair for me? Hmm?"
