She obediently withdrew her head into the quilt, trying to minimize her presence.
Before long, she heard the sound of water splashing from the direction of the bathroom, probably him taking a shower. After a while, he came out from the bathroom, casually wrapped a white towel around his waist, and opened the walk-in closet to change.
She secretly peeked through the gaps in the bedding.
She saw that his wardrobe was filled with monochrome black, white, and gray—identical white shirts, black suits, gray ties. He dressed quickly—not even needing to consider matching, the entire process took less than a minute, and he walked out of the bedroom looking impeccable.
She let out a sigh of relief, and her tense body relaxed.
The bedroom was tranquil without his disturbance, and she fell into a deep sleep, not waking until nearly noon.
