Chapter 368

Melody pushed Jeremy away from her. Although it wasn't that obvious, she still caught an alcoholic stench on him. Rainwater must've washed most of it away earlier. That said, the whole thing felt off. Jeremy would never have allowed himself to be this disheveled. Cleanliness meant more than anything to him. However, Melody didn't have the heart to concern herself with these things now. She promptly led Jeremy to the couch and sat him down. She wanted to get him a towel, but he reached out and tightly gripped her hand. It'd be impossible to reason with a drunken man, so she comforted him and said, "I'll be back after I get a towel for you. You're soaked to the bone, and it's a little dirty." This worked like a charm. The moment Jeremy heard the word "dirty," he immediately loosened his grip. The lingering instinct in him never missed a moment in telling him that he was a germaphobe. With that, Melody got a towel and poured him a glass of warm water before returning. She had just