Chapter 83

However, Zane still came in. He stood at the door, his gaze deep and intense as he looked at me. Embarrassed, I turned my face away, feeling like I had lost all dignity. As Zane walked over, I clutched my chest, my face burning uncontrollably. He crouched down in front of me, chuckling softly, "If I didn't come in, were you planning to crawl out yourself?" I looked down, silent. The sight of myself in such a state made me want to cry out of frustration. He sighed softly and picked me up. Glancing at my flushed face, he teased, "It's not like I haven't seen you like this before. Is it really that embarrassing?" It wasn't the same. At that moment, I felt more embarrassed by the terrible state I was in than by any sense of modesty. He set me down on a chair and handed me a bathrobe. I quickly put it on, still feeling my face burning with embarrassment. He studied me for a few seconds and then chuckled, saying, "This makes you feel embarrassed? Last time, you wore a sexy nightgown