Chapter 80 His Rage
- “Kind of cute.” she blurted with a smile, yet it dissipated at his abrupt entrance from the bathroom.
- A towel which was tied around his waist was the sole thing he wore. It was literally impossible to tear her gaze from his drenched well-built body, and Hannah shamelessly gawked at it for some seconds.
- “You can leave.” Cross’ cold voice broke her stare. “H-huh?”