However, when Yuri Sinclair pushed open the walk-in closet door and came out, he was fully dressed.
She immediately scrambled to sit up straight, but he caught her red-handed.
He grinned, holding out the clothes in his hand. "What's wrong? Don't want to get dressed so soon?"
"Who… Who said that? My back was just sore, so I was stretching a bit." Ashley Bowen's tongue felt tied. 'The more I explain, the more of a mess this becomes,' she thought.
So she quickly took the clothes and started putting them on.
But when she tried to put on her bra, she couldn't fasten the clasp no matter what.
The more she failed, the more flustered she became, and the more flustered she became, the more she feared he'd laugh at her.
"You, turn around," she ordered in a low voice.
"What's this? Just like at the hot spring? You can't even get dressed this time?" Yuri Sinclair sneered, walking up behind Ashley Bowen. He took her hands in his and guided them to fasten the clasp.
