The heavy rain disrupted the tranquility of the mountain, and Chloe Collins' heart was also unsettled.
Before long, he returned, carrying two bottles of water in his hands.
Without bothering to wipe the rain off his face, he first twisted open the bottle cap and handed it to her.
Chloe was a bit dazed, slowly taking the water bottle, somewhat absent-minded.
"Drink."
After saying this, Alexander Foster leisurely took out a dry towel to wipe off the rain.
In the face of the downpour, the towel wasn't much use. His clothes were soaked through, clinging to his skin, making others feel uncomfortable just looking at him.
Chloe empathized as if the damp clothes were not only torturing Alexander, but also torturing her at the same time.
The feeling in her heart was ethereal and hard to bear.
Alexander simply wiped his face and hair with the towel, then put it aside without caring about his wet clothes.