Chapter 439
“Okay. I’m not leaving.” Zivon raised a hand and rubbed her head gently. His voice was unusually tender.
Xavia was finally at ease. Her small face which was filled with fear and defensiveness was finally relaxed and she sat in the bathtub quietly as she began to rub her body.
She didn’t even take the suit jacket off!
Zivon was speechless.
Was she already scared silly?
He could not bear to find fault with her so he reached out his hand to undress her. After that, he turned his back around.
About twenty minutes later, after she was done washing up, she wrapped the bath towel around herself and stood still in place, barefooted. She was just staring at him with her black eyes.
What was the meaning of this?
She wanted him to dry her hair for her too?
He must really owe her in his previous life!
Zivon cursed in his heart. However, he didn’t refuse on the outside. He pulled her to the mirror cabinet, wiped her hair and blow dried her hair for her. There was even a little tendernes
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