Chapter 58

Lily's blank gaze darted from the door to Xavier, who was lying on the bed. Perhaps because Timothy had changed his clothes, the smell of alcohol on him wasn't as strong as downstairs. His gray loungewear clung to his strong physique, and his lips, set against his chiseled features, remained closed. It had been a few days since Lily last saw him, and she noticed a layer of light stubble had grown on his chin. It wasn't particularly obvious, and it made him look quite attractive. Xavier was in a deep slumber. His chest rose and fell slightly. A faint redness rimmed his eyes. It was a sign of his severe intoxication. But she supposed it wasn't life-threatening. Exhaling deeply, Lily bent over and wiped his face with the towel. Relief washed over her as soon as she saw that he was fine. She knew she should leave. But since he was so drunk and unlikely to sober up any sooner, she thought it wouldn't hurt to clean him up before leaving. After wiping his face with the warm towel,