The Smith Family Heirloom

At night Maria took a shower, she sat in the bedroom to dry her hair. Looking out at the night sky, she was upset.

Her mind was filled with memories of her time spent with Charles. He had issued a threat, yet he had also acted as her protector. Whatever the case may be, Maria could not help but display a faint smile.

Did she really have to leave?

Why did she feel reluctant all of a sudden?

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind her, and the hairdryer in her hand was taken away.

“What are you thinking about? You seem lost.”

“Huh?”

Maria attempted to turn her head in surprise only to find her head being held by two hands, “You’re so absorbed in thought that you might burn yourself. Let me help you.”

Only then did Maria realize that the hairdryer was resting on her shoulder while she was lost in thought.

Luckily, it was not her face, or she would have definitely gotten burnt.

She sat quietly as Charles dried her hair.

He moved gently as if he was dealing with something he cherished.

“It’