Yvonne looked up at him in confusion. Kenneth's eyes were deep and unreadable. "You're going out like that?"
She glanced down at herself. She did look pretty messy. But it was still raining outside, so she would end up soaked anyway. And it wasn't like she hadn't been in worse situations before.
Before she could respond, Kenneth had already pressed the button for the top floor. When the elevator doors slid open, he stepped out without a word, and Yvonne had no choice but to follow him.
"That's the bathroom. Go shower."
"Kenneth, are you always this direct?"
He was literally telling her to shower the second they arrived.
Kenneth went silent.
"What are you thinking? I just don't want you catching a cold and then blaming me for it." He wasn't interested in women, and even less interest
