Ryan: "..."
For a moment, he felt as if three crows hovered around his head, shouting, caw caw caw...
So this was her plan. She had lit the fire and then walked away without extinguishing it.
He stood up, grabbed the clothes scattered on the floor, and swiftly strode out of the room without another word.
Mary blinked in surprise. Was he… angry?
Watching his tall figure disappear around the corner, she shrugged inwardly. He was the one who asked for compensation, and she had delivered it thoroughly.
Her cheeks warmed slightly as the memory replayed in her mind.
That solid build, the feel of his muscles beneath her hands… She shook her head, forcing herself to refocus. She had no time to be distracted. Closed-door cultivation came first.
With that thought, Mary left the room and headed straight for the alchemy chamber.
Meanwhile, Ryan walked briskly toward Spirit Lake. The moment he recalled his wife calmly dressing in front of him, his self-control nearly shattered.
