The attempt at securing the tie around his waist failed, but Elise Don is someone who only becomes more determined when met with obstacles.
Elise Don did not insist on confronting him here.
She released Oliver Bloom's robe and moved from behind him to the front, squeezing herself between Oliver and the sink. Her small, freshly washed head looked up at him with a fluffy innocence.
There were only a few strokes left to finish shaving. Oliver ignored the disturber and focused on shaving, but Elise suddenly rubbed against Oliver's chest.
"Elise..."
Oliver abruptly halted his actions, calling her name with intense emotion.
Elise pouted, "What kind of deep grudge do you have against me that you can't wait until you're done to complain?"
Oliver set the razor aside, grabbed a cotton tissue, and wiped his face. What he wiped away was not just the remaining foam but also a thin trace of red amidst the white.
Elise exclaimed, "You cut yourself!"
