Chapter 295

By the floor-to-ceiling window, Anderson gently dried Mayra's long, shiny black hair with a towel. "I can do it myself. You're not feeling well, so you should rest. I'm fine." "Are you mad that I kicked you out earlier?" In the night, the window acted like a giant mirror, reflecting the dazzling lights outside and the captivating scenery. She saw his reflection in the glass and wondered when he started enjoying doing such lowly tasks. She glanced at him, and he caught her gaze. Mayra stared back at him for a few seconds, unafraid. Anderson said, "Why aren't you talking?" Mayra allowed him to dry her hair. "Why would I be mad? Didn't you already know what I wanted to do?" There was a time when being alone with him was easy and comfortable. However, there was currently a barrier in her heart that caused her to resist him. Nonetheless, his presence was pervasive, weaving an intricate web that trapped her. "I really know you well, Mayra. You wanted to plead for Gordon, but you we