She walked up to the sink, stared into the mirror, and saw her own cheeks red as the evening glow, laughing at herself for being so useless.
Kaitlyn Webb sighed, preparing to wash up. After brushing her teeth, she looked down to tidy her shirt and found it had a strong smell of alcohol, quite unpleasant.
So she hurried to take a shower and about ten minutes later, she emerged just about ready to get dressed when she suddenly heard knocking at the bathroom door—
"Kaitlyn, I prepared some clothes for you, come out and take them." Morgan Benson stood outside the door, holding the clothes the staff had just delivered.
Kaitlyn raised an eyebrow, not thinking much of it, and wrapped in a towel, walked over to open the door.
"How did you know my size?" She peeked out, took the clothes from his hand, and curiously asked.
Morgan Benson simply smiled without speaking, his dark eyes fixed on her damp long hair that clung to her fair collarbones, strikingly alluring.
