Madeline looked through the mirror and gave him a blank stare again, "What do you think?"
Xavier's eyes carried a few moments of inquiry.
"I'm in a hurry to go out and I don't have time to blow-dry my hair." Madeline said without good grace.
"Oh."
"What, it's because of you." The more Madeline thought about it, the more resentful she became, so she whispered.
How many things had been delayed in this hour?
In that hour, her make-up had been done, her clothes were on, and she had finished her meal.
In the mirror, the corners of Xavier's mouth curved up into a doting arc.
As soon as Madeline raised her eyes, she saw the look in his eyes.
He was wearing only a white bath towel, his perfect body was visible, the residual water droplets flowing over those marks, producing a touch of enchanting and sexy beauty.
There are some people who, even if they don't do anything, just standing there, can make her legs go weak.
This kind of person is Xavier.
