Charles White's nerves tingled sharply, and he turned around cautiously.
He saw the bathroom door slightly ajar, as a little head popped out from behind it, her small face flushed red, mouth pouted.
"I don't have any clothes…"
"..." Charles White was momentarily stunned.
How could he have forgotten? Her dress was soaked through; she had no clothes to change into.
But as a long-term bachelor, he certainly didn't have any women's clothes at his place.
"Don't move. I'll get you something," Charles squinted his eyes and turned to walk to the wardrobe, he selected a long shirt and then returned to the bathroom.
And handed it to her.
The next second, the bathroom door swung wide open!
Zoe Yale, wrapped only in a bath towel, casually walked up to him, took the shirt from his hand, and went back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
