Liam finally finished bathing. Every little bit of soot was gone from his body. The hot water had washed away the black dust, the dried sweat, and the last traces of the day's humiliation. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and smiled. His godly handsomeness had returned. The sharp jawline, the clear deep blue eyes, the dark brown hair that naturally fell over his forehead — all of it was back. He looked like himself again.
He wrapped a clean hotel towel around his waist. A few drops of water still dripped from his hair even though he had already dried most of it. He stepped out of the bathroom.
Tatiana was sitting on one of the chairs near the window. Her clothes looked a little loose, as if she had already started preparing for her own bath. The moment she saw him step out she immediately lashed out.
"Were you giving birth in there?"
Liam stopped and looked at her with a confused expression.
"Huh?"
What the hell did that mean? Giving birth?
