Bab 50: Chapter 20-2: The Passion Is Dormant

Being an obedient person was not a good thing in her favor.

Hearing her spoiled and childish tone from the background, he inhaled deeply, and his other palm stopped moving the towel and tangled his hair.

"Then..." Under that slight blush, he tilted his gaze a little toward a certain corner of the room before making up his mind and asking, cheerfully curling his lips.

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

"You can?" She blinked a blank expression, she wondered. Her tone was surprised.

"Aren't you busy enough?" She raised her eyebrows in question, like a child.

"No" Dennis couldn't imagine it either, but he denied it.

"Aren't you the one who said we'd start a new page together?" He leaned his torso back, then relaxed on the bed.

"I'm just pampering my fiancée!" He commented in a slow and balanced tone, like a whisper.

Thinking of it as a confession made his butterflies gurgle with happiness.