Lilian's POV
The phone screen lit up with an unfamiliar name: Ashley. I stared at it, certain I had never saved this contact. Who could she be?
Before I could process it further, a hand swept past me and grabbed the device from my grasp.
I spun around, startled, to find Augusto standing behind me wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
Reality struck me then. This was his phone, not mine. Ashley had to be someone in his life. I made a mental note to change my ringtone immediately. The last thing I needed was to appear like I was mimicking him.
Augusto moved toward the window to answer the call, though his gaze remained fixed on me.
Following his line of sight downward, I felt heat flood my cheeks.
I lunged for the robe draped over the bed's edge, wrapping it around myself with frantic haste. Settling into a chair, I tried to project an air of indifference.
