Chapter 870


    Ang felt shy taking a shower in his bathroom for some reason. The air was filled with his scent, and


    she felt hotter with every passing moment. She felt lucky that she never had sex with Dexter.


    She didn’t mind it back when she was in love with him, but she was thankful that Dexter kept refusing


    because she would have had sex with someone who was just using her.


    ording to Dexter, he wanted to save sex for marriage. She thought he must really love her to keep


    his urges under check. However, now she thought he must be hiding something from her. Maybe he


    has STDs. Thank god I didn’t have sex with him.


    Ang washed her hair. She loved being clean, so she bathed and washed her hair almost every day.


    She came out all changed, and her hair was covered in her towel. Her face was pink from the steam,


    highlighting her beauty. Her wet hair only made her face look smaller, and her features more striking,


    “Do you have a hair dryer?” she asked Richard.


    Richard frowned. It’s already midnight. Did she have to wash her hair at this hour? “No!” he answered


    curtly.


    “So who has one?” Ang kept asking.


    “We don’t have hair dryers here,” Richard said, sounding annoyed.


    Ang’s mind was blown. What? How can I dry my hair without a hair dryer? It’ste, and I don’t have


    the sun to help me! My hair’s gonna smell if I don’t dry it. “Please, can you get me a hair dryer?


    Please?” She sat down beside him and looked at him with an unspoken plea in her eyes.


    Richard could smell her scent the moment she approached him, and he held his breath and moved to


    the side.


    Ang froze for a few moments. D-Do I smell? He looks disgusted. She raised her arm and smelled


    herself. I smell like body wash. I made sure I cleaned myself. “Please, Mr. Lloyd.


    I can’t go to bed with wet hair. I’m going to wake up with a headache. You don’t want that to happen, do


    you? It’ll be trouble,” she kept persuading.


    Richard closed the book and looked at her. He chided, “You wouldn’t have washed your head if you just


    thought about it a little.”


    What? I couldn’t have known you guys don’t have any hair dryers. That’s not my fault. She looked


    down, frustrated and speechless.


    Richard put his book down and left his room.


    Ang blinked. She had a feeling he was getting a hair dryer for her. She liked staying in his room


    compared to her little coop. She picked a few books from his bookshelf while he was gone.


    Wow, he readsplex books. Math, physics, philosophy, and even psychology? He has everything.


    Never thought he’d love books.


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    I thought he liked weapons more. Ang read one of the books to pass the time. Eventually, Richard


    came back with a hair dryer, much to her delight. “Thanks, Mr. Lloyd.”


    Richard handed it to her and went back to his book, while Ang went into the bathroom to dry her


    hair. It felt great.


    After she came out from the bathroom, she asked, “So where did you get this?”


    She was smiling.


    “I borrowed it,” Richard said.


    Ang’s smile froze. At this hour? Did he ask ady for this? Must have been awkward for him.


    “Thanks.” She put the hair dryer down. “Can you get me one next time?”


    Richard looked up. Ang’s fluffy and slightly messy hair tumbled down to her waist. It covered her


    face, and she looked like a girl who was about to make out with her boyfriend. Things were starting to


    get a little hot for a certain someone.