Tilly Flower was led by him upstairs.
She glanced over at Sophia Phoenix.
The man looked ordinary and showed no signs of knowing whether he had overheard her conversation with Tilly Flower.
Actually, there was no reason for guilt. On the contrary, the one who should be feeling guilty was him. Yet, the nameless anxiety that he might have heard her conversation with Tilly Flower made her feel vaguely uneasy.
If he did hear, and he still had no reaction, that would be truly bizarre.
Tilly Flower took a shower in the bathroom.
When she finished, she saw Sophia Phoenix smoking by the window sill. A cool breeze was blowing, and he was wearing only a thin shirt, its hem fluttering slightly in the wind, making his figure seem somewhat frail.
He looked pitiable.
Tilly Flower came out smelling fragrant after her hot shower. She didn't wash her hair, only the tips got wet from the hot water, and she was gently drying them with a towel.
"What are you looking at?"
