Chapter 61

The atmosphere in the bathroom suddenly turned awkward. Celeste stood there stiffly, staring at the nearly half-naked Ethan. Her throat felt tight like something was stuck, and for a moment, she couldn't come up with a single excuse. "What's wrong? Didn't you study medicine? Or did you forget I'm a patient?" Ethan's voice was flat, his face unreadable, but his words carried an unmistakable push. Celeste's heart skipped a beat. She clenched her jaw and forced herself to move. Sure, she inherited the original owner's memories, but the mindset of a medical student? Not a chance. Telling her to calmly face a naked man-it was honestly too much. She grabbed a clean towel from the rack, took a deep breath, and moved behind Ethan. Carefully, she started drying him off from his shoulders. Maybe because he hadn't been in the sun for a long time, his skin was paler than most men's. Still, he was well-built, with water trickling down those sharply defined shoulder blades. She felt her cheeks heat