A moment later, Harrison Lucas's bedroom door was opened from inside by her.
As the door opened, Ben Lucas's tall figure appeared before her eyes, and the man still carried the dampness from his shower, his strong and muscular body exposed starkly, glistening with water droplets. Harrison instinctively stepped back, swallowing hard.
She then realized that Ben Lucas, apart from having a loosely tied bath towel around his waist, wore nothing else.
His fine black hair was already wet, and the slightly unruly hairstyle added a touch of danger to his always serious and deep demeanor.
"Young Master…" Harrison murmured, completely unaware of the current situation.
Ben Lucas seized the moment as Harrison retreated to step forward.
"Bang—" closing the small bedroom door behind him.
The man's deep almond-shaped eyes fixed tightly on Harrison's timid face, interpreting her apprehension as resistance and dislike.
