Part 44

OLIVIA CLUTCHED HER BACK against the door, gripping the front of the towel tightly with her hand. Her heart raced, and her breath came in rapid bursts. Seeing Ignazio earlier somehow made her feel embarrassed and nervous.

Oh God, how could she appear in front of him half-naked like this? She felt truly embarrassed.

On the other side of the door, Ignazio still hadn't released his grip on the door handle. His heart pounded wildly. He leaned his forehead against the door, eyes closed, but unfortunately, all he saw were the shadows of Olivia's small, white, and smooth shoulders and neck.

Ignazio swallowed hard, trying to banish the image of Olivia's body that made the lower part of him throb with pain. He quickly let go as if the object were too hot and stepped away.

"Oh God, I must be going crazy," he whispered to himself. "How can I imagine that young girl's body so vulgarly? Olivia is even younger than Meizar. Olivia is more fitting to be my niece than a woman imagined so indecently."