Chapter 84
Noticing his hesitation, Zoe knew her strategy was working. She continued, her voler tinged with grievance, Fine, it’s just a little dirt and blood. I’ll eshire it. No need to drag an innocent life into this mess.”
Sering her so pitiful, Shawn found his heart softened, and a sense of duty surged within h be bound by so many miles in times like these!
him. He thought. “Forget it. It’s just a bath. We should not
Shawn relented and said, “I can stay outside and guard you, but you have to pull the curtain closed”
Zoe’s face lit up with a radiant smile, which etched itself deeply into Shawn’s memory, impossible to forget.
With a playful yet shy tone, Zoe replied. “Obviously! I’s not like I’m some kind of exhibitionist”
Shawn didn’t know how to respond.
Taking advantage of her injured leg. Zoe had Shawn carry her into the bathroom. She even asked him to find her some clothes to wear afterward.
Since this was Shawn’s residence, the wardrobe naturally consisted of men’s clothing Fortunately, he had some brand–new T–shirts that would work for Zoe
Zoe didn’t mind at all. She took the clothes through the curtain and began preparing to undress and take her bath,
The curtain was senti–transparent, and even with h his back turned, Shawn couldn’t block out the sounds coming from the other side.
Zoe turned on the shower, slipped off her clothes, and got ready to bathe.
She could have done it all in a flash, but instead, she took her time, moving deliberately slow. The sound of fabric sliding against her skin was amplified tenfold in the small, enclosed spare
Shawn swallowed hard. No matter how much he tried not to look or listen, his mind still conjured up vivid images on its own.
He was just a regular guy, after all. With a woman he was drawn to showering just a thin curtain away, naked, it was already a miracle he could keep his cool. But to snuff out the fire that had sparked within him was impossible.
Just as his throat felt dry and he debated stepping out for some air, Zor finally started her shower. The rhythmic sound of water droplets hitting her skin was unexpectedly mesmerizing.
Zoe glanced at the silhouette of Shawn’s tall, straight figure cast on the curtain and couldn’t help but smirk. Shawn really was something else—his self–control deserved a round of applause.
At that moment, Zoe’s ears pitched slightly. She raised her head and lonked toward the bathroom’s ventilation duct. The sound coming from it was faint, but she had already sensed that danger was closing in.
Sure enough, in the next second, a long blade emerged from the gap in the duct, is sharp tip aimed directly at Zoe’s head. If she hadn’t been on high alert, she would have already fallen victim to the hitman’s strike,
“Ah!” Zoe let out a deliberate scream, stumbling toward the curtain.
Quick on her feet, she managed to grab the curtain as she fell, pulling it down and wrapping it around herself in one smooth motion.
Unfortunately, the curtain was semi–transparent, offering only a fleeting cover that couldn’t fully conceal her figure.
Shawn’s head snapped toward her at the sound of the e scream, his gaze unintentionally landing on the hary outline of her form through the sheer fabric
Before Shawn could turn away, his eyes caught the glint of a blade aimed straight at Zoe’s back. The hitman, having missed his first strike, had kicked open the vent cover and leapt down, ready to attack again.
Shawn reacted instantly, delivering a slurp kick to the hitman’s wrist, nearly knocking the
weapon out of his hand.
The hitman staggered back, but just as Shawn moved to press the attack, Zoe clung tightly to his waist, her grip throwing off his movements. With no other choice, Shawn scooped her up swiftly, holding her in one arm while keeping his focus on the hitman
