The man's waist was wrapped only in a towel, revealing all his bronze skin and toned muscles.
Eva Nightingale: "—"
Oh my, does it have to be like this?!
What did she just see, what was that!
He wasn't wearing clothes and, without any shame, just walked out like that, seemingly just finishing his shower, with drops of water still clinging to him.
The image of him unclothed lasted only a moment as he quickly grabbed a loose men's robe, put it on, and tied the belt.
"Sorry." Once he was dressed, he turned to her, "Did I scare you?"
Eva Nightingale: "Uh, it's alright—"
Does the President really have to be this gentlemanly?
No, wait, she seemed to recall something, and just as she wanted to get out of bed, she heard him say, "You're too weak. Drinking something cold that night... caused menstrual pain."
"Don't worry, I didn't touch you."
"Had a maid change your clothes for you."
"Also got a doctor to prescribe a few bottles of nutritional supplements for you."
