Chapter 239
Chapter 239:
“Alright. That’s on me,” he said, admitting fault without hesitation.
Kailey thought he would leave after that. Instead, his hand came down and gave the quilt a light pat — directly over her backside.
Her eyes flew wide open, yet no sound came out. What was she supposed to say? Ask him why he did that? No. That would be ridiculous.
Kyson’s eyes held a trace of amusement, though he kept it carefully contained. His tone stayed gentle, as though nothing unusual had happened. “Get up and eat breakfast. Everyone’s been waiting p>
Just like that, her embarrassment faded. She grabbed her phone and checked the time. It was already past nine.
With a sharp movement, she kicked off the quilt and climbed out of bed. Her long legs showed beneath her nightgown as she padded barefoot toward the bathroom. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” she murmured.
Kyson didn’t know how to respond. The bathroom door was still open, and her legs were right there in view. He didn’t bother hiding his appreciation — then turned away, picked up a pair of slippers, and set them neatly at her feet. “People say women are hard to please. I suppose there’s some truth to it. You told me not to wake you, and now you’re upset that I didn’t p>
Kailey had already stuffed her toothbrush into her mouth, toothpaste foaming as her cheeks puffed out. Through the mirror, she shot him a sharp look — a clear warning to stop talking.
Kyson lifted a brow. “So which is it? Should I wake you or not p>
She hadn’t expected him to be this chatty. This side of him felt unfamiliar. When they were younger, he was always distant, cold, and full of mischief.
Her words came out blurred by toothpaste. “You’re the one who won’t stop talking p>
𝖸𝘰u𝗋 𝗱𝖺𝘪𝗹y 𝖽𝗈ѕe 𝗼𝘧 𝘯о𝗏𝘦𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝘯
Kyson paused, then let out a quiet snort carrying a faint edge of mockery. He didn’t respond. Instead, he opened the drawer, took out a black hair tie, and brought his hands up to her shoulder. With clear hesitation, he gathered her long hair together.
She was wearing a thin spaghetti strap nightgown, and his fingers brushed against her bare shoulder.
A tremor ran through her. The sensation spread quickly — sharp and electric — leaving her stiff where she stood. It felt far too intimate. Heat rushed back to her cheeks, stronger than before.
She knew she should say something. Yet neither of them spoke, as though the moment itself had pressed a pause button.
Kyson concentrated on her hair, his brow drawn tight, as if he were tackling a difficult assignment. Was this how it was supposed to be done? Or the other way around?
After fumbling with it for a while, he finally tied a low ponytail.
When he lifted his head, he met her reflection in the mirror. She was staring at him, completely stunned. Kyson felt a flicker of awkwardness and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “What is it p>