Chapter 68 Reconsideration

• River's POV
• He strutted back into the room, wearing a robe that clung loosely to his frame, his damp hair dripping water onto his shoulders. I remained in my tank top, hurriedly wrapping the tablecloth around my waist to cover myself. The bum shorts I’d tried to wear earlier now lay discarded. My core was still sore, and I couldn’t bear the idea of pulling them up.
• He stopped on the stairs, his expression unreadable, as if lost in thought. His silence unnerved me, yet I felt strangely compelled to speak. There was no point in dressing properly anyway not when I felt certain I’d be dead soon. The idea brought a lump to my throat, but I shoved it down. I had to focus on Nana.