Chapter 183: The Elevator
At last, the roar beside Giselle's ears stopped completely.
She opened her eyes.
The long pale legs that had been disturbing her focus were gone from her line of sight. Elias had already sat down on the bed and was unplugging the hair dryer. He wrapped the cord with tidy little movements, put the dryer away, and only then looked back at her.
He reached out, lifted a loose strand of her now dry, fluffy silver hair, and brushed it between his fingers.
"There," he said, satisfied. "All dry."
Then he blinked and stared straight at her.
"Giselle, why is your face so red?"
System Theta could barely keep watching.
Host, you made her blush on purpose. Why are you asking like you have no idea?
Giselle's ice-queen composure deserved respect. Her expression did not change at all.
"The hair dryer was hot."
Elias almost lost control of his face.
He had not expected someone as serious as Giselle to have this kind of deadpan humor.
