As night fell, the outside was utterly silent.
Aldana Candi finished her bath and was carried out from the bathroom wrapped in a towel by Philip Shaw.
She exuded a faint fragrance mingled with the steam, and Philip buried his face in her damp neck, inhaling her scent before raising his head and saying, "Very fragrant."
Aldana pushed his face away, "I'm still quite wet, don't come close."
He let out a low chuckle, "I'm not afraid of that."
Holding her, he placed her on the sofa and used a hairdryer to dry her damp long hair.
Aldana's hair, like her personality, was fine and soft, seeming to have a gentle nature.
"My mom will be leaving soon. Once the house is clear, I'll take you out to have some fun."
He said softly as he stood behind her.
But Aldana was thinking about something else, "If we both go out, what will Ellen do alone at home?"
"She's made friends outside now. Even without me, she can take good care of herself."
