Chapter 16: Being a lover or a bed partner, which do you choose?

"Have you slept?"

It was Colin.

Eranthe thought for a moment, tightened her nightgown, and asked, "Mr. Rodriguez, is there something you need?"

"If you have bruises, remember to apply the ointment. It's by the door." His voice was somewhat cold and stern.

After realizing this, Eranthe walked to the door, and indeed, Colin was still standing there. When he saw her coming out, his gaze was piercing.

Eranthe was not inexperienced, so she lifted her eyes and asked, "Just to deliver medicine?"

Colin's hair was still slightly damp, not reveal his usual clean forehead as on regular days, and his attractive features were hidden beneath the black strands.

Being tall, even at eye level, Eranthe could only see his chest. With his robe off, how would his well-defined chest emphasize the power of masculinity? She knew it all too well.

The toes, painted in golden nail polish, were gently overlapping as she silently waited for his response.

Colin raised an eyebrow slightly, lips parting, and his gaz