Chapter 67

Shirley was speechless. Seeing that she was holding back her tongue, Benjamin looked down at her from the bridge of his nose. His gaze landed on her full, cherry lips, which had a beautiful shape. "What are you thinking about?" Benjamin was just freshly out of the shower. His chest was half-exposed, revealing his tanned skin and lean muscles. The sight was so appealing that Shirley couldn't stop herself from recalling last night. Removing her gaze from his body stiffly, she pretended to be casual and asked, "Do men always shower so quickly?" "Men?" Benjamin furrowed his brows. "Just asking," she replied, berating herself for asking for trouble. Thankfully, Benjamin asked no more. After taking a seat at the dining table, Benjamin started digging in. Although his movements were casual, he seemed as graceful as a nobleman, and it was a pleasure to watch him. Shirley sat with her back straight across from him, waiting for her penalty. Donald must have told him that she had met Samu