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71. Chelsea

Chelsea

Without saying another word, Alastair left me standing there and moved further into the bathroom. I watched as he discarded his clothes, revealing his toned physique, and put on his bathrobe. He turned on the shower, letting the water cascade down his body. The silence in the room seemed to press upon me, and I focused my attention on his figure through the thick glass partition.

The sight of him was undeniably captivating. His dark hair glistened with water as he ran his hands through it, and he looked every bit the royal prince he was. But, hold on…

we were not there. We were arguing. He was insulting me. To be exact, I was sensitive. So, I was supposed to be mad.

I breathed, bit my lip and tried to find my composure.

"So that's about being comfortable," he remarked, his voice cutting through the silence, and I realized he was referring to our earlier conversation.

I was determined not to let his cool demeanor affect me. “Yeah,” I replied, still feeling flustered.

“Since yo
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