After Ethan Jenkins took the bathrobe, he closed the door again.
Seeing the door closed, Jesslyn Derei felt very happy inside.
No matter how his personality changed, in some ways, he was still the same as before.
Her Brother Ethan was not the kind of man who thought with the lower half of his body.
After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Ethan came out.
Jesslyn Derei looked at him; water droplets on his face dripped down his pointed chin onto his chest.
The bathrobe had a deep V-neck, revealing his well-built pectoral muscles.
It was the tempting scene of a beautiful man emerging from the bath, yet he bore the countenance of an ascetic male god, which made Jesslyn Derei feel that even one more glance at him now would be a sin.
She hastily averted her eyes, her cheeks slightly warming.
"Go ahead and take your bath, I'm going to sleep."
"It's just past seven, so early to sleep... I'm going to bathe now."
