Chapter 151

I turned to Royce and asked, "Hey, you got a clean T-shirt I can borrow? I don't have any clothes to change into. I can deal with the rest, but this one's covered in grease and reeks of your booze. It's unbearable."

Royce opened his closet, revealing a collection of black, white, and gray clothes that perfectly matched his usual style. There were also a few suits that looked custom-made, pretty sophisticated.

I couldn't help but remember how good Royce looked in a suit. It definitely suited him better than his casual wear. The suit hugged his muscular upper body, and his long legs were perfectly covered by the suit pants, giving him an air of aloofness and restraint. His noble demeanor made him even more captivating.

Thinking about him in a suit made me blush, and I didn't even notice when Royce handed me a shirt.

"What's on your mind? Your face is all red," he asked.

Startled, I quickly coughed and took the shirt from his hand, almost running away. "Nothing at all."

I rushed to the bathroom, debating whether to lock the door. Locking it might seem like I didn't trust Royce, especially since this was his place. But not locking it made me feel uneasy. After some thought, I decided not to lock it. I chose to trust Royce; he wouldn't just barge in.

I adjusted the water to the right temperature and started showering. When I finished, I realized there were no towels in the bathroom, and Royce hadn't mentioned it either. I had no choice but to shout his name.

He came over quickly, his tall figure casting a shadow on the bathroom door. "What's up?"

"There are no towels in here. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I forgot," he said confidently. "I usually use the other bathroom, so I didn't think about it. Hold on, I'll get you one."

I sighed and nodded. There wasn't much else I could do. He left and returned shortly with a towel, asking from the door, "How should I give this to you?"

I hesitated, staring at his shadow outside the door, and finally sighed. I stood behind the door and opened it just a crack. "Just pass it through here."

He handed the towel through the gap, his long, elegant fingers gripping it. I quickly grabbed the towel and shut the door, muttering a thank you.

From outside, he asked, "Want something to eat? I can order takeout."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, so I nodded in agreement, even though I wasn't hungry. He said okay and left, and I felt relieved. Good thing I hadn't locked the door; otherwise, the sound of unlocking it would have made things even more awkward.

After my shower, I walked out to find Royce lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He seemed so engrossed in whatever he was reading that he didn't notice me until I softly called out.

My hair was wrapped in a towel, and I was wearing Royce's oversized shirt, which barely covered my lower half. I had also put on a pair of his shorts since my own clothes were a mess.

Royce's gaze lingered on me for a moment, making me squirm until I fidgeted with the shirt's hem. He finally looked away. "That shirt looks good on you."

I glanced down at the shirt, feeling like a kid playing dress-up in adult clothes. "Yeah, right."

I plopped down on the couch and started drying my hair. Remembering the talk about a late-night snack, I said, "I think I'll skip the snack. I'm planning to head home and sleep."

He suddenly grabbed my hand. "You're going to sleep like that?"

I was puzzled. "What's wrong with it?"

"Your hair's still wet. You'll get a headache tomorrow. Come here, I'll dry it for you."

I couldn't help but grumble, "Why don't you have a hairdryer? You're rich enough to buy one."

He chuckled as he dried my hair with the towel. "Alright, I'll get one tomorrow."

My face reddened. "I don't care if you buy one or not. I'm not coming back anyway."

He didn't respond, just continued drying my hair gently. It felt surprisingly nice.

"You're pretty good at this. Have you done it for your ex-girlfriends?" I teased.

He paused before answering, "You're the only one."

"Really? You never dried your ex's hair? Were you even serious about those relationships?" I joked.

He replied, "I've only ever had one girlfriend."

I turned around, shocked. "Really?"

He looked calm. "What's the big deal?"

I shook my head, trying to suppress my surprise. I didn't want to assume he had waited for me all this time. He was probably just too busy with work to date. For some people, success is more important than relationships. For someone like Royce, success was essential; everything else was secondary.

After he dried my hair, he said, "Don't go to bed yet. Sit with me and have a snack. By the time we're done, your hair will be dry."

I agreed, realizing that was his plan all along. A few minutes later, the food arrived. Royce got up to get it and set it on the table.

Looking at the spread, I noticed it was all food I liked, mostly sweet dishes. I felt touched. "Do you like sweet food?"

Royce sat down, looking confident. "If you like it, why wouldn't I?"

"Eat up before it gets cold. You don't want a stomachache."

I nodded. I wasn't hungry, but I planned to take a few bites. To my surprise, the food was delicious, exactly to my taste.