Chantel felt awkward. She was so wrapped up in her own problems, she didn't have time to ask why he was here. She wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Well, do you have a bath towel or not?"

She'd think twice before entering a bathroom with a dodgy door.

It was a Little hard to open the door. But when she managed to get it open, she walked in and the auto close mechanism engaged. It didn't close right, and she was a bit dubious. But she took a shower anyway, since she was there.

After taking a shower, she found the door couldn't be opened from the inside.

Fortunately, whoever designed the hotel was smart. There was an emergency call on the wall of the shower room. Useful in case of a fire, or for when a door was jammed. She pressed the button, and a few maintenance workers came to open the door for her, but they failed. At last, they had to call the firefighters.

Instead of fetching a bath towel for her, Gifford leaned against the door frame and leered at her, smiling.

Chantel's face flushed when he saw her. She leaned against the wall and turned around, but she didn't know whether she should face him or not.

Finally, her temper boiled over and she roared, “Gifford!”

Gifford gave her a smile and said, “Mmm...9 out of 10. I'd give you a

10, but you're yelling at me." Then he went and grabbed a bath towel for her.

While she toweled herself off in the bathroom, Gifford returned the gear bag to the young men outside the door.

“Thanks, guys!" he said.

The young men immediately stood up and said in unison, "You're welcome."

After sending them away, Gifford turned and went back to the room. When he closed the door, he saw Chantel walk out of the bathroom. Her wet long hair was wrapped in a towel and she wore a hotel robe.

Gifford straightened his sleeves and sat down on the sofa next to him.

“Got any plans for tonight? I don't know if I can top getting stuck in a bathroom, but I can try," he quipped.

“Actually, I'm busy tonight," she answered. She had to go to the

Violet Eagles' base.

Gifford thought for a while and said, "You sure? I haven't seen you in a while. Why don't you cancel your plans and come with me?" He was right. They hadn't seen each other for quite a time. He was beginning to feel Like a bachelor, the amount of time he spent alone.

“Okay, so what's up?" Chantel Looked at him in confusion.

Gifford was no longer the serious man when he was in front of outsiders. He sat cross-legged in his seat and answered her casually,

“I haven't seen you in forever. How about we spend a romantic night together?"

No one knew how hard he fought to keep the desire in his heart in check when he opened the bathroom door.

They were a couple, after all. There was no denying the attraction between them, especially after being separated for so long. Chantel's chest tightened. She walked to the dressing table and pretended everything was normal.