Alexander simply wore a towel around his waist.

His hair was still wet. Drops of water fell from the ends of his hair and rolled down his chest.

She swallowed subconsciously. He had a nice shape... with a perfect six-pack...

She couldn’t see him clearly from the balcony, but he was now a walking hormone!

Uh-oh, oh no. Heather felt something was wrong as her act seemed to be strange again!

“Don’t look at me that way, Heather,” Alexander said with a gloomy face.

He had taken a long, cold ...