Henry barely took ten minutes to rush through his shower, emerging without even bothering to dry his hair.

Giselle doubted Henry had hardly used soap, given the brevity of his shower. She was certain the quality of his wash must have been subpar.

Yet, when he wrapped her in an embrace, the unmistakable fresh scent of his body wash enveloped her.

The next day was Saturday, a leisure day for both. Giselle opted out of her usual visit to the TV station.

It wasn’t long ...