Truthfully, she and Jonathan Thorne had no real connection, but the current situation was impossible to explain. Besides, he was a man of a certain status. Zoe Monroe would feel terribly guilty if she were the cause of any unsavory rumors about him.
She had already taken off her gown and was hurrying to change. "I'm sorry, just a moment! I'm changing."
"Zoe Monroe?" The person outside recognized her voice.
"That's me!"
"I can't find my power bank. I came back to look for it."
"Just a second!"
Zoe Monroe changed in a hurry. Jonathan Thorne glanced toward the changing area. He couldn't see anything through the single curtain, but it was translucent enough to reveal the faint outline of her silhouette. He felt a heat rise in his throat. His fingers tightened, and he slowly averted his gaze...
And yet,
