The Felton's villa.
The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped.
Jerry walked out of the bathroom, wearing a loose dark gray bathrobe. He raised his strong arm and wiped his wet short hair with a towel.
His pair of exquisite blue eyes was lazy and relaxed, the bridge of his nose was high, and his facial features looked as noble as that of a prince. When the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, it was devilishly charming.
The water droplets on his body that had not dried up made him even more alluring.
Every time he took a shower, he always wore a bathrobe that was wrapped tightly. He never covered his waist with a towel.
It was not because his figure was not good, but because he had been beaten and tortured, leaving scars that could never be removed from his body.