Milla Will POV
I entered his washroom, looking all shiny. How come his place is so clean, yet he still needs to clean it off?
Narcissist!
Whatever, I just had to clean and get over it.
I wasn't that much of a fan of washroom s*x, but clearly, he insisted on it a lot, like a ritual whenever we bathed together in a past life of mine.
What to say, Austin never even let me pee alone. That's how my past life was.
Now, how am I not going to hate him, considering this was practically the life I spent for two years before it ended.
Such a good ending, isn't it?
I grabbed the toilet cleaner, kneeled down on the floor, and started scrubbing the toilet first.
Don't know what I did in life. Clearly, I know my past life, but I think I did a lot worse things in the life before my past.
Because
