Chapter 962

Trystan stood shirtless, a towel wrapped low around his waist, his toned abs and V-line visible beneath it. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his head tilting slightly downward. Sensing something was off, he slowly lifted his gaze. Their eyes met, and Bethany immediately spun around. "I... Mateo said you're a bit of a neat freak, so he asked me to change the bedding," she stammered, trying to explain. "A neat freak?" Trystan chuckled softly. That side of him had disappeared long ago, after that year at sea. He smiled slightly and said, "Thanks, though." "Well…" Bethany kept her back to him, awkwardly pointing at the bedding. "I'll change it myself. Thanks," Trystan said, watching her hurry off. Bethany rushed into the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Yet, the image from earlier wouldn't leave her. She pressed her hands to her cheeks, but the thought lingered. How did a CEO who spent all day in an office end up looking like that? Shouldn't he be pale and thin?