The thought of that possibility made Nathan Leafcastle’s head hurt even more.
Raising his hand, he gave his forehead a heavy tap.
"Nathan, are you okay?" Sally’s voice ca from outside the door, "Are you alright?"
Having not seen him co out for a while, she couldn’t help but worry, hurriedly putting on clothes to co inquire.
"I’m... fine."
"Then... can I use the bathroom?"
"Sure, I’ll co out right away!"
He stood up, frowned, shook his hand, and opened the bathroom door.
Outside the door, the girl was wearing only his shirt, with only a few buttons fastened, her long legs fully exposed...
He diverted his gaze, stepped aside, and Sally walked into the bathroom wearing his large slippers.
Returning to the bedside, Nathan looked at the closed bathroom door, reached out to grasp the corner of the bed sheet, took a deep breath, and suddenly pulled the quilt aside.
On the light gray sheets, there was a large dark red bloodstain, now dried.
Similar marks were also on the quilt and nearby, likely accidentally rubbed last night.
It seed, as he suspected, it truly was her first ti.
Nathan Leafcastle suddenly felt a sense of guilt rise within him.
In this day and age, relationships between n and won are quite open; if it hadn’t been her first ti, he might have been more relaxed. But now, in this situation, she clearly saw this as a sign of their relationship developing further.
How should he explain this?
"Nathan!" Sally peeked out from the bathroom with most of her face, "Where’s the towel?"
"In... the cabinet on the left."
She thanked him and then withdrew her face back in.
Nathan felt more and more agitated, imdiately turned around and walked out of the bedroom, went to the study room, took out a cigar from the drawer, placed it between his lips, and lit it, taking a deep inhale.
Normally, he doesn’t smoke, only doing so when inevitably showing face with clients.
After all, smoking a cigar is also a ans of socializing for n.
Inhaling so deeply, he was imdiately choked, his throat, eyes, nose... everywhere was painfully irritated, he couldn’t control his intense coughing.
After a while, he finally stopped coughing and once again put the cigar in his mouth.
"Why did you co here all by yourself?" Sally, wearing one of his bathrobes, pushed the door open and ca in, slled the cigarette sll in the room, and just shook her head, "Your trachea isn’t really good, why are you smoking so early?"
"You... you’re done washing?"
"Mm."
"Then I’ll take a shower too."
He extinguished the cigar and was about to walk.
"Nathan!" Sally grabbed his arm, "Are... you avoiding ?"
"How could that be?" Nathan adjusted his expression, turned to give her a smile, "I was just afraid of choking you."
"Silly!" Sally giggled and teased, reaching out her hand to help him brush off the little bit of ashes on his clothes, "Are you going to hide from when you smoke after we get married?"
Married?!
Nathan’s brow twitched.
"Sally, we don’t need to be in such a rush, right?"
"What, you don’t want to marry ?"
She asked with a smile.
"No, I just feel... it’s... it’s a bit too soon, I’m... I’m not ready yet. Don’t misunderstand, what I an is I... still need to get ready."
Was he preparing to propose to her?
Sally lifted the corners of her mouth slightly.
"I know you’ve been busy with work lately, you go ahead and focus on your work first, we can talk again when you’re less busy. By the way, you must be hungry, right? What do you want to eat, I’ll make breakfast for you?"
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