Chapter 82: Sense Of Courtesy
Lilia took a quick bath and stepped out, wrapping herself in a robe that was much larger than her. The fabric hung loosely around her small frame, swallowing her in its oversized folds. It felt unusual—too big, too heavy. As she walked toward the mirror, she tugged at the sleeves, which nearly covered her hands. It was only when she finished blow-drying her hair that realization struck her.
This robe belonged to Zethan.
That explained why it nearly reached her ankles, why the scent of it was subtly masculine, laced with a fragrance that clung to her skin—faintly warm, faintly intoxicating. A shiver ran down her spine, but she quickly shook the thought away. It wasn’t important.
Right now, she had other things to worry about.
She had rushed through her bath because concern weighed heavily on her mind. Zethan was still in the room, and she felt responsible. He hadn’t said much after they came inside, but she knew—they had stayed out in the rain because of her. If she had known this place wasn’t properly set up for more than one person, she would have hurried even more.
Lilia inhaled deeply before stepping out of the bathroom.
Zethan, who had been sitting on the the bed, glanced at her briefly. His gaze was unreadable—dark and cool, like he had already processed a hundred thoughts before looking away. He gave a slight nod, the gesture barely noticeable, then stood and walked into the bathroom without a word.
She watched the door close behind him, unsure what to make of it. Was he acknowledging her? Or was he simply tired?
’That was impossible...Zethan being tired’
Brushing the thought aside, she turned toward the wardrobe.
The moment she opened it, her eyes widened slightly.