Outside, Tristan Grayson listened to the sound of running water from the bathroom, growing increasingly agitated.
He had already poured and drunk three whole glasses of water.
But the more he drank, the more agitated he became.
Just as he couldn't wait any longer and was about to knock, the sound of running water finally stopped.
His expression tensed instantly, and he returned to the bed with a dark look on his face.
A moment later, he saw the bathroom door open a thin crack.
Seeing this, Tristan Grayson's brow furrowed. He suppressed the unsettling feeling in his chest and called out coldly, "Are you going to come out or not!"
"Um… Tristan… I-I don't think I have… a change of clothes…" Hearing his furious voice, Mika Summers trembled and spoke timidly.
Tristan Grayson's lip curled in a sneer. "They'll have to come off sooner or later anyway. You… just come over like that."
"Huh?" 'Go over just like this?'
