Chapter 1316

Before taking a bath, Clara Beacham's mind was foggy, and she forgot to bring clean clothes. Aware of the presence of other men in the vicinity, she couldn't walk around naked. Quickly, she grabbed a towel, wrapped it around herself, and made her way out.
James Frazer, who was pouring water, turned around to see her, his gaze intense. Each time they crossed paths, he found himself wanting to gaze at her a little longer, and then a little longer still. No matter the duration, he never grew weary of it. Perhaps, their next encounter would mark a farewell.
Upon spotting him, Clara Beacham felt a twinge of embarrassment. "Um, I forgot to bring my clothes," she admitted.