“What about you? Not busy today?"

"No, I'm not." Gifford stood up from the sofa.

"Go ahead and dry your hair. I'll be back in ten minutes."

There was someone waiting for him upstairs. He would head there first.

Once that was taken care of, he'd be free to return and spend the night with her.

“Oh! Okay!"

After Gifford left, Chantel was the only one left in the room. She heaved a long sigh of relief.

Gifford was a punctual man. He said he would be back in ten minutes, and within eight minutes, he was ringing Chantel's room doorbell.

Chantel had just had her hair dried as she walked to the door on her phone with Edward, a man from Violet Eagles. After making sure that it was Gifford standing outside, she opened the door to let him in.

"I can't go tomorrow afternoon either. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it there this time. Let's talk again soon if anything happens... Okay,” she said into her phone.

Closing the door behind him, Gifford took off his uniform jacket and hung it on the clothes rack nearby.

Once she ended the call, she kept holding her phone nervously while looking at the man now loosening his tie.

"Well... did you have dinner?"

"No." It was getting dark and he had just come from Mipburg.

So she suggested, "How about we order room service?" She didn't eat anything either and was planning to eat rice noodles alone after taking a shower.

Putting his tie aside, Gifford looked at her with an unreadable expression.

“Do you think I'm here for dinner?" he asked. ‘No, I think you're here to eat me, ' she thought.

“So, come here!" Gifford crooked his finger at her.

With a flip of her long hair, Chantel put her phone on the table and walked towards him.

She thought he would say something else, but he didn't. He just held her in his arms and kissed her on the lips.

After a while, he said, "Take a shower with me." He had been out the whole day and was afraid she wouldn't like to be with him if he stank.

After all, she smelled so good. Despite having just had a shower, she complied and followed him into the bathroom.

After a long bath, Gifford carried Chantel back to the bedroom in his arms. Her long hair, which she had previously dried while he was out, was completely soaked again.

Putting her on the bed, Gifford told her, “Lie down. I'll dry your hair.

He had dried her hair twice while she was in the Leonard family house, both after a late-night shower. At the time, she had been so sleepy that she could barely open her eyes, so he had to do it since her hair was still wet.