28. Max

Reluctantly, Isabella reached for the white towel that was carefully folded on the hanger and used it to clean off the water on her body, patting her skin dry. She returned the towel and picked up the bathrobe from the hanger, carefully draping it around her naked body, and tied the belt firmly around her waist. She slipped into her yellow fluffy crocs, which lay carelessly on the bathroom floor.

"You can lift your head now," she drawled and turned to take her seat on a small stool at the corner of the bathroom. She sat comfortably with her legs crossed, exuding an air of pride and sophistication as she anticipated Liam's twerk dance. She giggled slightly at the thought, wondering if he was truly going to twerk for her, considering the fact that he appeared to be so rude and full of pride.

Liam slowly raised his head and fearfully peeped from behind the bathtub. His eyes fell on Isabella, who sat confidently on the plastic stool, tapping her fingers on her legs. Seeing that she was now