Chapter 472

Angela felt an inexplicable shyness as she showered in the bathroom—this distinctly masculine space where the air seemed thick with the scent of male hormones. The longer she stayed under the water, the hotter she felt. She was secretly relieved that nothing had happened between her and Dexter. Not that she would have minded—she loved him, after all. But Dexter had kept putting it off, and in the end, she had remained untouched. When she asked why he refused her, Dexter had said he wanted to save their most beautiful moment for their wedding night. At the time, she had taken it as proof of his deep love for her, that he could restrain himself so admirably. But now, looking back, she suspected he was hiding something. Maybe he was sick. Either way, Angela was grateful that fate had intervened. She washed her long hair meticulously—she was the type who couldn’t stand even a hint of grime and showered religiously every day. Once dressed, she stepped out with her damp hair wrapped in a tow