Chapitre 598: You Are Squeamish about Cleanliness, and I Am Too!

When he pushed the door ajar, he spotted her entire body submerged in the bathtub. It was hidden away by the soap bubbles and a thick layer of foam filling the bathtub from prying eyes.

A wave of relief washed over him, followed by the tightening of his chin. He went over to her with a sullen face.

"Are you done cleaning yourself?"

She only concerned herself with tucking her head to her chest and furiously scrubbing her body. Her face looked apathetic. No one knew for how long she had been scrubbing her body, but the way she exerted all her strength into doing the task made it seem as if she was hell-bent on exfoliating a layer of her skin!

As for his question, she acted as if she did not hear it at all.

This woman was clearly furious with him.

Her heart had clearly gone cold toward him.

He bent down with a solemn expression and brushed aside a layer of soap bubbles; his eyes then instantly contracted chillingly.