In the changing room, Catherine clutched her swimsuit, her movements stalled in mid-air.
Janie's saccharine voice, as she flirted with Lorenzo, echoed in her mind like a thorn pricking her heart.
She took a deep breath, clenching the swimsuit tighter.
Just then, Lorenzo's voice came from outside the door, "Catherine, need any help?"
His tone was teasing, laced with a casual indifference, as if her sulking didn't bother him at all.
Catherine lifted her chin and replied coldly, "Sure, didn't you claim I wouldn't dare to wear it? Come in and help then."
The door swung open, and Lorenzo stepped inside.
He exuded the warmth of the hot springs, appearing relaxed and at ease. He smiled slightly, standing before Catherine, and murmured, "Are you sure? Don't regret it later."
Catherine bit
