He prepared her toothbrush, squeezed some toothpaste onto it, and then handed her a cup filled with warm water.
Rachel blushed, barely aware of how she managed to finish brushing her teeth, surrounded by his presence.
He then grabbed a towel and wet it under the warm water from the faucet.
"I can do it myself…" Rachel bit her lip and said.
"Isn't it more convenient if I do it?" he replied.
But the problem was, it was too close!
She was completely enveloped in his embrace, his arms reaching past her sides to wet and wring out the towel right in front of her.
Rachel couldn't help but glance up at the mirror in front of them.
She had always known Jeffrey was handsome, but at this moment, without his usual bangs covering his forehead, dressed in a sharp suit, he exuded an air of nobility, like someone out of reach.
How had she not noticed before?
