Richard Shaw had just finished showering and hadn't had the chance to get dressed yet when she barged in, pushing the door open.
Leah froze for two seconds before reacting. She turned her back while clutching the fish tank in her arms tightly and angrily said, "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"
Casimir Shaw had recently started raising a little green turtle and enjoyed feeding it in his free time. That evening, Leah noticed the little turtle wasn't moving and brought it over for him to check. She never expected to stumble upon such a scene.
Richard remained calm as he stood up and walked to the wardrobe to grab some clothes, murmuring in a low voice, "This is how I sleep."
When Leah recalled the scene she had just witnessed, she felt her blood rush straight to her face. How could a man in a wheelchair have such a great body? Those evenly distributed six-pack abs exuded both power and beauty.
While Leah's mind wandered, she suddenly heard a muffled groan behind her.
