Chapitre 382: Chapter 382: William Griffith, you cannot mess around

Cherish Turner also needed to take a bath before going to sleep, but she didn't dare go to the bathroom in her own house downstairs as she was afraid of being alone.

"You can take a bath too, your clothes are here."

How ambiguous these words sounded... Tsk tsk tsk...

Cherish pressed her lips together, unable to find a reason to refute, and had no choice but to put the quilt down and quickly take a bath in the bathroom. She sat cross-legged on the floor with a mattress, holding a dry towel in her hand, wiping her long hair.

"Come here." He suddenly called out in a deep voice.

Cherish looked over suspiciously, and he beckoned her with his eyes. She stood up, took the dry towel, and walked in front of him. He grabbed her hand, asked her to sit beside him, and snatched the towel from her hand to dry her wet hair. His body had the same shower gel scent as hers, but it smelled even better than usual.

"Cherish." He called her name.