Cleo looked at the bathroom door warily. She was already sitting in front of the dressing table. And doing her night routine as usual. Cleo's heartbeat didn't calm down even though Harry hasn't there by her side.
Then Harry's words rang in his head. Cleo still had a hard time neutralizing the red and hot blush on her cheeks.
Harry's arrival, which was faster than expected, surprised Cleo. The man hugged Cleo from behind. His half-wet hair dripped down Cleo's head as the man lowered his head.
"What are you thinking about? Is there still a problem that has caught your attention?"
Harry never wanted Cleo to feel burdened by her family's problems. He wanted Cleo to be happy and at peace. But this naughty woman seemed to often play with her useless thoughts.
Cleo touched Harry's hand which was already pressed against her chest. Then looked up.
"I was just daydreaming. Then, do you want me to dry your hair?"