Carla just shook her head. "I bumped into something accidentally."
Andrew didn't say anything else and turned to go upstairs.
After he left, the living room was still filled with his oppressive presence. Carla took a deep breath, put away the medicine box, and put it back.
The bedroom on the far left of the third floor had its bathroom door tightly closed.
Andrew stood under the showerhead, cold water pouring down from his head. Beads of water flowed down his well-defined abdominal muscles.
His face was expressionless, indifferent to the desire in his lower body, but his mind couldn't help but recall that slender waist.
The next day, when Carla woke up, she was once again met with the deeply affectionate gaze of Mathias.
"Time to get up, little princess. Mathias will take you to sch
