Being Pursued By Ex-husband
Chapter 600

Chapter 600 It Was Not Working

Spencer had noticed at first glance that Charlize was afraid when she bolted out of the bathroom.

Lowering his gaze, he watched her place various bottles on the table and lean toward him surreptitiously.

His lips curled into a smile as he stared at her silently. Then, he raised his hand and touched her slightly wet hair. "You washed your hair?"

Charlize nodded. "Yeah. My hair needs to be styled tomorrow."

"I see." Spencer sprang up from the couch.

Still somewhat afraid, Charlize glanced up at him. "W-Where are you going?"

"I'm grabbing a towel to help you dry your hair." He patted her head. "I'll be right back."

"Okay." Charlize withdrew her gaze and looked at the face cream on her hand, blushing. I shouldn't have listened to the ghost story. Thanks to that, I got scared when I looked in the mirror in the bathroom just now! Ugh, I regretted doing that so badly. I wish I can erase that story from my mind!

"Come here." Spencer approached her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

She tilted her head to look at him and noticed a dry towel in his hand.

"Okay," she said and inched closer to him.

As he laid the towel on her head, she remembered the face cream on her palms and speedily applied them to her face.

They had spent over an hour strolling around and eating earlier. Charlize felt drowsy after the shower, especially because of the serene environment as well.

The second time she dozed off, Spencer stopped what he was doing and slicked her hair back. "Are you tired?"

Charlize lifted her head to stare at him, wanting to say no, but she couldn't help yawning when she tried to speak.

"Yeah." She nodded, her cheeks red.

"Come here." Spencer let go of his hands and suddenly leaned backward.

Charlize blinked at him in confusion.

"Rest on my shoulder." Spencer patted his shoulder, signaling her to lie in his embrace while they faced each other.

Just thinking about being in such an intimate position made Charlize blush even harder.

"Aren't you sleepy?" asked Spencer when he saw she wasn't moving.

"I-I'll use the hairdryer," Charlize said. It's faster that way.

"It's broken, I think."

"Is it?" Charlize didn't notice it herself, but she didn't doubt what Spencer said either.

Her hair was long, so it was still wet after Spencer dried it with a towel.

While hesitating, Charlize couldn't help but yawn again. She lay in his embrace in the end.

Although Spencer had hugged and kissed her before, it was the first time they were that physically close to each other.

Just as Charlize sat over, her body was enveloped in Spencer's scent.

She was at a loss for what to do or where to settle her hands.

Looking down at her, Spencer pushed the back of her head toward him. Her face was instantly pressed against his shoulder.

"Sleep. I'll dry your hair." His deep voice rang out from above her head.

Charlize's heart was pounding so fast, and her entire body stiffened. She dared not move her arms.

Spencer glanced at her wordlessly and continued drying her hair.

The room was quiet, but Charlize was almost rendered deaf by her drumming heartbeat. Not only that, she could even hear Spencer's calm heartbeat.

Listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart, she felt strangely calm and delighted. Over time, her tense body relaxed.

Charlize was truly exhausted. Right after she relaxed, she let out a yawn and soon fell asleep.

The room grew quieter. After Charlize's hair was pretty much dried, Spencer tossed the towel aside.

He lowered his head and stared at the person sleeping soundly in his embrace.

Suddenly, Charlize smacked her lips, possibly because she had dreamed of eating something delicious.

Gazing at her pink, glossy lips, Spencer couldn't help but kiss her.

Charlize had a dream where she was eating soft, tender fried chicken. While the chicken wasn't as fragrant and crispy as a typical fried chicken, she savored its bouncy sensation and couldn't help but lick it.

At that moment, Spencer froze.

He quickly looked away and at the wet towel on the ground. He was panting a little, though his breathing remained steady.

A moment later, he carefully brought Charlize to the bed and tucked her in. He stayed at the side of the bed for a while before grabbing his luggage, turning off the light, closing the door, and heading to the neighboring room.

The next morning, Charlize was woken up by an alarm.

While she didn't hit the sack too late last night, she still wanted to sleep in a little longer after the alarm woke her up.

Ultimately, the thought of her friend roused her. After turning off the alarm, she got out of bed groggily.

The sky was still dark because it was seven in the morning.

She brushed her teeth with her eyes closed as she wasn't fully awake.

After washing her face, she felt much more awake. As she stared at herself in the mirror, she wondered why her hair was so disheveled.

Grabbing her hair, she suddenly remembered falling asleep while Spencer was drying her hair last night.

Her cheeks burned when she thought of that. I'm an expert at staying up at night, so why couldn't I do it for a few more minutes last night? I embarrassed myself again!

Once she was satisfied with how she had straightened her hair, she was ready to change her clothes.

Before she got out of the bathroom, she glanced at the hairdryer at the side. Without much thought, she picked it up and pressed the power button.

To her surprise, the hairdryer was functional despite Charlize claiming it was broken.

Huh? I thought it wasn't working.

Puzzled, Charlize returned the hairdryer back to its original spot instead of thinking about it further.

As she exited the bathroom, a thought flashed across her mind, and she was stunned. Did he lie about the hairdryer so he could dry my hair? That can't be true, can it?