Charlotte's legs went weak this time, and she instinctively grabbed onto Leandro's bathrobe.
I didn't expect his bathrobe to be so loose. She just grabbed it, and it slipped off his shoulder halfway.
Charlotte looked at the sudden "beauty" in front of her, feeling so embarrassed that her scalp tightened. "Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was trying to help you--"
"It's okay, I'm not cold. Mrs. Romero, please answer my question first. What color is the towel in my hand?"
He pressed her hand with one hand, while the other hand was behind his back.
Charlotte took the opportunity to take a glance, but she couldn't see anything.
She pursed her lips and guessed casually, "White."
As soon as she finished speaking, the distinct woody fragrance suddenly drifted away.
Charlotte hesitated
