“You eat. I’ll help you wash up,” Damien said as he placed the basin next to the bedside table, then got up to get a towel.

“No need!” Damien had helped her to clean up many times, and Irina had long gotten used to it. However, this time around, she subconsciously rejected it.

Irina sneaked a glance at Muir. Muir was in the room as well. How could she not feel embarrassed about taking off her clothes?

Chase Muir out? She had already admitted his status. If she chased him out now, how would he feel?

Should she let Muir feel sad or make herself feel awkward? Irina sank into...