Chapter 863 A Tool

Emelie stood there, water droplets clinging to her skin. The towel had already slipped to the floor. In the soft morning light, she looked both pure and serene. Her smooth shoulders, defined curves, and slender legs had a faint, rosy glow. Wet strands of hair stuck to her cheeks. Her usual coolness was gone, replaced by something undeniably alluring. It reminded William of how she had clung to him last night—vulnerable and irresistibly tempting. Last night had felt like a dream, one that William knew he'd be replaying in his mind for a long time. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His dark eyes were locked on her, taking in every detail. Emelie wasn't the type to panic or rush back to the bathroom in embarrassment. Instead, she calmly reached for a dark green robe. She shook it out and slipped it on with a steady hand, her gaze never leaving his. William acted like nothing had happened. "I thought you were still in bed. Finish up and come downstairs when you're ready."