As Vera Wave was still in a daze, the man had already taken off his trousers and stuffed his discarded clothes into her arms.
"Get your toiletries."
"But…" Vera held his trousers, "the water hasn't been heated yet."
This place wasn't like his apartment or villa, which had 24-hour hot water. Here, water had to be heated with a water heater to get hot.
Seeing her expression, a hint of amusement flashed in Kris Cooper's eyes.
"That's okay, I'll wash with cold water."
"You're sweaty all over, washing with cold water will..."
She subconsciously began to speak, but cut herself off halfway through.
How could she show concern for him at this time?
"What will happen?" he asked.
She bit her lip, trying to appear indifferent. "If you want to wash, then wash. Suit yourself!"
After saying that, she turned around in annoyance and went into the living room, tossing his clothes onto the sofa. Suddenly, realizing something was amiss, she turned and walked back to the bathroom door.
