At the sound of the door, Stark quickly picked up his shirt, using it to wipe the excess sweat before opening the door, not bothering to put on a shirt.
In front of him was a young maid whose eyes widened when she saw him, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Y-you missed dinner." She began, pausing a little before she continued. "The head maid said you shouldn't make a mistake like this again, but there is food waiting for you downstairs."
Immediately she finished, she stormed off, covering her face with her hands.
'What is wrong with her?'
Stark closed the door and went to sit on his bed. "How is it dinner time already?"
When he started the workout, it had just been 4:30 PM. How had nearly two hours passed without his knowing?
He quickly took a change of clothes and hurried down the hall to the bathroom with his towel.
Stark stood underneath the freezing cold shower, his mind a mess of thoughts.
