Watching every curve of her face at such a close distance made her heart work faster than usual. Until the food on the plate in Devan's hands ran out, the woman didn't take her eyes off.
"I'm afraid, if you keep staring at me any longer, you might turn away from your husband," said Devan as he put the plate on the nightstand, and it managed to make Anna's cheeks turn red like boiled crabs, very embarrassed because her actions were realized by the man.
"Drink!" Devan said again handing her a glass of water.
"Th-thank you," Anna stuttered slightly, she then gulped down the water that Devan gave her.
"Do you want something?" asked Devan again while clearing the plates and glasses he had brought earlier, his gaze not even seeing the woman's face.
"N-no, I don't, thanks."
"Then take a shower and clean yourself up. On the sofa, there are clothes for you."
"Y-yes? S-showering?"
