She was in such a mess, yet the instigator seemed completely unaffected. His clothes were still smooth and unwrinkled, his features as handsome and elegant as ever. The aura exuding from him remained calm and composed. It was as if she were the only one who had been fully immersed in what had just transpired, while he... was merely a bystander.
However, Shalma Hughes had no energy left to delve into anything at this moment. Julian Winslow carried her into the bathroom, washed away the stickiness from her body, and then carried her back out, placing her onto the bed.
The moment she touched the mattress, Shalma rolled over, pulling the blanket tightly into her embrace. With a soft murmur, she fell deep asleep. She was truly exhausted.
Meanwhile, Julian stood by the bed, watching her. Behind his glasses, the clear look in his eyes grew increasingly chilling. Afterward, he went to the bathroom to take a shower as well. Then, he changed into clean clothes and walked out of the room.
