Chapter 65 Could it be Lamont?

Hazel stood in the bedroom, watching the glass door of the bathroom reflect the man's robust and seductive body, and she couldn't help but blush slightly. In order to divert her attention, she simply looked at the bedroom. Somehow, she’s surprised at what she was looking at. A gray bed, gray wardrobes, and gray carpet... Everything was gray. Even the slippers placed at the bathroom door were gray. Hazel frowned slightly. Did Lamont like the gray color so much? Or was it that in his world, only gray remained? The bathroom door quickly opened, and Lamont, wearing a towel, strode out with long legs. His slender and muscular hand was holding a towel to wipe his hair. When Hazel turned around, she happened to see this scene. Her gaze couldn't help but slowly shift downwards. Suddenly, she saw the sexy hair under his armpits