Emma Benson sat on the chair, staring at the silhouette of the man in the shower.
The man was tall and well-built, like a professional fashion model; just one glance was enough to make one's heart race.
She quietly watched, her cheeks flushed, while her mind was still dwelling on what had happened earlier. The steam became denser and gradually enveloped the shower room in a mist, making the man's figure appear even more enigmatic.
It was at this moment that a thought suddenly flashed in Emma's mind: Could it be that Walter Schmidt meant... she was dressed too tightly, revealing her figure, and that displeased him, making him insist she wear something looser?
Emma frowned and suddenly understood; after thinking it over, she really couldn't find another reason!
