Chapter 320

Nathaniel stepped out of the bathroom moments later.

Isabella finally released the breath she had been holding.

She began removing her damp clothes.

The warm water soothed her skin as it cascaded over her.

She felt immediate relief washing over her.

But as she rinsed her face, the strange flashback returned with startling clarity.

Why did everything feel so hauntingly familiar?

The steamy bathroom seemed to ease her discomfort.

Perhaps the rain had triggered something unpleasant within her.

A proper bath appeared to be the antidote.

She resolved to push these thoughts aside for now.

Stepping out of the tub, she reached for her clothes.

Her hands met empty air.

Her towel was missing.

She remembered throwing her bathrobe at Nathaniel.

It had been soaked through with muddy rainwater from his drenched form.

The garment was now soiled beyond use.

Only a single towel remained in the bathroom.

She had no clean underwear either.

A wave of frustration washed over her.

Then she recalled Nathaniel's words before he left.

She could call him whenever she needed assistance.

Well, she certainly needed help now.

Wrapping the towel tightly around herself, she approached the door.

"Nathaniel?" she called out softly. "Has the clothing arrived yet?"

"Yes," his voice responded immediately. "Open the door."

She cracked the door open just enough to create a narrow slit.

The towel provided inadequate coverage, leaving too much exposed.

Nathaniel didn't comment on the limited opening.

He passed each garment through the narrow space one by one.

Silk pajamas, lace bra, delicate underwear...

She accepted the pajamas without much thought.

But her eyebrows rose when he handed her the intimate items.

He was handling her personal garments so casually?

She should have opened the door wider and had everything passed together.

This felt incredibly awkward.

She reached out quickly to grab the remaining items.

In her haste, the bra and underwear slipped from her grasp.

They tumbled to the floor, unfolding as they landed.

Both froze in stunned silence.

They moved simultaneously to retrieve the fallen garments.

Their hands collided in the process.

Nathaniel looked up sharply, his eyes widening.

She followed his gaze and felt heat flood her cheeks.

He was staring right at her exposed form!

She straightened abruptly and shoved him backward.

"Pervert!"

She slammed the door shut with considerable force.

Nathaniel stood speechless outside.

No one had ever dared call him that before.

This marked the second time tonight she had used that term.

Pervert?

He could show her what a real pervert looked like.

Isabella dressed hurriedly and emerged moments later.

"Go take your bath," she commanded sharply. "And wash your eyes while you're at it."

Nathaniel turned a calm gaze toward her.

Her damp hair cascaded down her back.

The red lace nightgown clung to her alluring curves.

Though he maintained his composure, the image of the fallen underwear remained vivid in his mind.