She was a woman, always reserved in such matters, unlike him whose thick-skinned face couldn't be cut by a knife.
"Besides, last night we..."
Nell Harris covered her face: "You get out quickly, if you say more, I'll really be angry..."
"Alright, alright, I'm going... I've brought all the clothes for you."
Dylan Young reluctantly left, closing the door.
Nell Harris turned her head and saw on the bedside the clothes, including the Underwear, all there. Her Face immediately burned more fiercely. Last night... it was too crazy, all his fault.
Nell Harris struggled to put on clothes. Her stomach started rumbling, and only then did Nell Harris feel hungry.
Such intense physical activity last night, and nothing to eat from this morning until now, how could she not be hungry?
She touched her hot Face, took a deep breath; she wasn't sure how to talk to Scarlett Glenn later.
Gathering courage, she opened the door, and Nell Harris walked out.
