I finished washing up with a slight blush and picked out two pieces of clothing from the closet to change into. I avoided thinking about the scene when he changed my clothes. My face was already getting hot.
I looked around the room again but couldn't find my phone or any of my belongings. I must have left them on the bar yesterday.
I pushed open the bedroom door, and to my surprise, I saw Michael outside, in the study. He was looking at his laptop on his desk, and when he heard me open the door, he looked up at me.
I didn't expect him to be here still. For a moment, I felt my brain shut down. I greeted him mechanically, "Good morning."
"You're awake?" Michael's expression was much more natural than mine.
"Yes," I replied softly.
"I've already asked the butler to prepare breakfast. I'll have them bring it up now."
