Chapter 942: The feelings hidden in the heart

Was she trying to die? Taking a cold bath in such chilly weather!

"Mm—no, I want to take a bath!" Seeing the water suddenly stop, Camila Walker grumbled discontentedly and stretched out her hand to turn on the faucet again.

"It's so uncomfortable, I want to take a bath... take a bath! I want to bathe..." She whined, like a little girl who wouldn't take no for an answer.

Her movements were unsteady, especially in the bathroom where the floor was wet; Clayton Howard was worried she would fall and had no choice but to support her.

He then said, "Can we go home and bathe there instead?"

How could he send her back with her all drenched like this?

"Home?" Camila Walker's eyes were blurry with drunkenness; she turned her head to raise her eyes to look at the man opposite her, "This is my house… I want to bathe, take a bath..."

She mumbled on fuzzily about bathing, as she reached out to turn the faucet handle again.