Chapter 544 Faye Makes Her Move

• Finally, when the sound of running water ceased, and the faint rustling of clothing followed, Dolores pushed the door open and stepped out. Her long hair, now freshly washed, was wrapped in a towel. She had always been particular about cleanliness, so naturally, she wouldn't neglect her hair.
• Henry's sharp brows furrowed slightly. Must she wash her hair this late at night?
• With her towel-wrapped hair, Dolores suddenly had an idea. She retrieved a hairdryer from the cabinet and waved it toward the man. "Can you do me a favor? Help me dry my hair. My arm's weak from the IV."