Chapter 77- He’s Norman’s son
"No, no, I’m just thirsty... I wanted some water!" Janet placed both hands on the counter behind her, her face slightly flushed as she glanced nervously toward the bathroom. That’s when she noticed the lazy man standing by the door—bare-chested, droplets of water clinging to his skin, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, casually watching her.
"Bring me my robe," Charles said in a deep, commanding tone, shooting Janet a piercing look. He had called her several times from inside the bathroom earlier, but she hadn’t answered.
"Oh..." Janet swallowed hard, a bitter taste lingering in her throat. Her wide eyes darted toward the bathroom again, but Charles had already closed the door behind him.
Feeling awkward, she walked over to the wardrobe and grabbed his robe, then quietly returned to the bathroom. Her gaze shyly averted from the man lounging in the tub. His long legs rested on the edge, seemingly unaware of her presence.
She placed the robe where he could reach it and parted her lips as if to say something, but no words came out. Her eyes didn’t even meet his. Thankfully, the steamy mist in the room blurred her vision, obscuring exactly where his eyes were fixed.
When Charles finally emerged, he found Janet half-leaning against the headboard, a soft yellow lamp casting a warm glow around her. He wiped the wet strands of his hair with a towel and asked, "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"
"Mmm, I’m about to," Janet murmured, her heart fluttering as she moved closer, taking the towel from his hand to help dry his hair.
He didn’t question her—perhaps he hadn’t noticed.
"You should be tired. Go to bed early," Charles said, gently brushing her hand aside, planting a kiss on her forehead before pulling her into his embrace and lying down beside her. Janet let out a sigh of relief as the steady thump of his heartbeat filled her ears, her head resting on his arm as she drifted into a deep sleep.