His low, magnetic voice was so close it felt like he was whispering right into her ear.
It was laced with a lingering tenderness.
Serena felt a little uncomfortable. She shifted slightly, avoiding the intimate entanglement of his presence.
Then, she pointed expressionlessly at the racks of clothes. "What's the meaning of all this?"
"I got you some clothes to change into." Nicholas's lips curved into a smile as his gaze fell on her dripping hair. "I saw you didn't bring any luggage, so I prepared some new things for you."
Serena looked at the pile of clothes, enough to open a boutique, and was at a loss for words. "...I have a change of clothes in my bag. And even if I didn't, you didn't need to get this much. I'm only staying for a few days at most."
"It doesn't matter. What's important is that you like them." Nicholas didn't like hearing her say "just a few days." "If you don't like these, I can have someone else source a new batch right now."
"..." Serena immediately replied, "I like them. This is enough."
The man's lips curved into a dazzling smile. "Good. Keep them. You can have them sent to the Lancaster estate later to wear there too."
He paused, his star-like eyes glinting with a captivating light.
"Or..."
He deliberately drew out the word, his tone lazy and melodic like a hook, adding a layer of intimacy and ambiguity. "You can just leave them here. Whenever we want to get away in the future, we can come here anytime."
Serena was speechless.
Who wanted to "get away" with him?
What was their relationship?
This man... was so presumptuous.
Besides, her closet at the Lancaster estate....... was already overflowing with clothes. Where would she even put all of this?
Thinking about the entire walk-in closet at the Lancaster estate filled with YB clothes and bags, and then looking at the racks that filled half the living room...
So this was how her inventory had been wiped out.
And in the end...
The clothes were hers, and she had earned the money from them.
Just as she was thinking this, the man's long, slender fingers suddenly hooked a damp strand of her hair.
His fingertips inadvertently brushed against the side of her neck, sending a faint ticklish sensation through her
Serena's long lashes fluttered, and she turned her head to look.
Her eyes fell on his pale, well-defined fingers tangled in her hair.
The contrast between black and white was striking.
For a moment, she was lost in a daze.
"Why didn't you dry your hair after washing it?" the man's low voice murmured by her ear.
Serena's lashes trembled, and she
tried to turn away from his ho sheet
Too lazy f'll dry soon enough."
But Nicholas simply grabbed her wrist and pulled her to sit on the sofa without any
room for argument.
He looked at Fiona. "Bring me the hair dryer."
Fiona quickly brought the hair dryer over.
Seeing Nicholas holding the hair dryer, ready to dry her hair for her.....
Serena's mind inexplicably flashed back to last night...
The sly fox's "bathrobe" seduction.
If she let him get this close again...
In front of Nathaniel and Fiona, it would be bad for her image.
Serena immediately tried to refuse. "I can do it myself."
"Don't move. Do you want your hand to get worse?" Nicholas's tall frame leaned forward slightly, one hand on her shoulder Your hand is already injured, and you worked all day yesterday. Let it rest."
Before Serena could say anything else...
Nicholas had already turned on the hair dryer, setting it to the warm setting.
After testing the temperature with his hand, he aimed it at Serena's hair.
Serena felt the warm air flow over her scalp.