Chapter 75: Pass
"N-No, thanks," Mira stammered as she hurriedly entered the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her. Her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed a vivid shade of pink. She leaned back against the cool surface of the door, trying to steady her breath. Zamian’s words played over in her mind, rattling her. ’How did he expect me to deal with this?’ The thoughts swirled, spinning wildly out of control.
Zamian wasn’t just any man. He carried an air of mystery and authority, leaving her feeling curious. His gaze, his presence—it was all too much. How could she possibly navigate her feelings when even her thoughts seemed to betray her? ’I can’t think about this right now.’
Determined to calm herself, she turned toward the bathtub. Warm water and some quiet time—those would help her relax. As the tub filled with water, Mira stripped down, letting her clothes drop carelessly to the floor. She slid into the bath, the warmth enveloping her body and soothing her tense muscles.
For a moment, she closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. Everything melted away—the chaos, the nerves, the weight of Zamian’s presence in her mind. She allowed herself to float in the warmth, imagining the water pulling all of her tension from her body.
But despite her efforts, thoughts of him clawed their way back. The memory of his deep voice, the way his eyes seemed to see right through her—it all lingered, refusing to be ignored.
Sinking deeper into the bath, she let the water cover her face briefly, as if it might wash away the confusion. But when she finally surfaced, nothing had changed. She was still wrapped up in the same impossible situation, her feelings tangled and raw.
When she had soaked long enough, Mira rose from the water, dripping as she reached for a towel. Wrapping herself in it, she stepped out of the tub, only to realize something that made her stomach drop.
’I forgot my clothes,’she thought, or rather, his clothes.
A frustrated groan escaped her lips. She hadn’t even thought to bring anything to change into. Standing there, wet and cold, Mira frowned at her own absentmindedness. Great. Just great.
Wrapping the towel tightly around herself, she quickly dried her hair and tied it up into a messy bun. Glancing in the mirror, she winced slightly at her flushed cheeks and tired eyes. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before heading back out.
As she opened the door, she was met with Zamian standing near the entrance, waiting. His eyes flickered to hers, a small smile on his lips, though she could sense his amusement.