Gerard felt a sudden tension, resolving to exert himself more to match his girlfriend's capabilities.

Yet, he also relished the present moment and cherished the time spent with Lilah.

"I'm going to take a shower," announced Lilah, heading for the bathroom with her pajamas.

"Need company?" Gerard trailed after her like a loyal puppy. Lilah stepped on his foot firmly, halting his pursuit, and leaving him looking forlorn.

Upon Lilah's exit from the bathroom, she encountered Gerard, now clad in a bathrobe, appearing as though he had just finished showering.

His handsome features seemed even more alluring with half-dried hair cascading over his forehead.

"Where did you shower?"

"We boast a total of fifteen bathrooms in this residence. I opted for one in a different chamber," responded Gerard nonchalantly.

Lilah, in the midst of drying her hair, was momentarily halted by his words. The sheer number of bathrooms surprised her.

Envy crept into her thoughts as she considered Gerard, an heir of affluence.

With gritted teeth, Lilah found herself relinquishing the towel to Gerard, who, in turn, switched on the hairdryer and assisted her.

While Lilah relished his attentiveness, she couldn't overlook the desire glinting in his eyes.

She was aware that he harbored some ulterior motives.

Gerard handled her hair with exceptional gentleness. Upon completing the task, he swept Lilah into his arms, traversed to the bed and delicately set her down.

In the next moment, his soft, damp lips pressed against hers.

Lilah's eyelashes fluttered and she gradually closed her eyes.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Abruptly, curt knocks echoed on the door.

The romantic ambiance within the room shattered at once.

Lilah's face flushed with embarrassment, her gaze fixated on Gerard, brimming with desire. Infuriated, Gerard stood up.

"Get dressed," Lilah instinctively reminded him.

Gerard was momentarily taken aback. A playful smile danced in his eyes as he chuckled. "No worries. You're the only one privileged to see my body, Lilah.”

Lilah found herself at a loss for words, sensing a misunderstanding on Gerard's part.

Gerard donned his attire and opened the door. Elva stood there casting a shy glance with a blush coloring her face. "Mr. Harris"