"...I'll wash myself." Victoria Gibson came to her senses, hastily reaching out to cover her chest, watching him warily.
She wasn't afraid he would take advantage of her; it was because he had fought today, and there were still untreated wounds on his body.
This was not the time for him to be soaking in water.
"I'll wait for you outside." Chad Yakov glanced at her, said nothing more, and turned to leave the Bathroom.
Victoria Gibson had never taken such a quick shower in her life.
Her mind was filled with worries about Chad Yakov still in wet clothes; she hurriedly rinsed off and then grabbed a Bath towel to wrap around herself.
She found the Clothes Chad Yakov had helped her bring to the Bathroom, quickly put them on, and reached out to open the door.
"I'm done with my shower, you can take yours now..." Victoria Gibson's sentence was cut off as she suddenly realized there was no one outside the Bathroom Door.
