Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1467

"Seriously, what was I even expecting?" Mavis mumbled to herself.

The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

She knew that all too well…

Mavis sighed, looking at the milk on the desk.

Remembering Nathaniel's earlier warning not to waste it, she picked up the glass and drank it in one gulp as if it were alcohol.

Unfortunately, milk did not have the same effect as alcohol. It could not numb her senses and soothe her troubled mind.

After finishing organizing the files and shutting down the computer, Mavis returned to the bedroom to find Nathaniel had just finished showering.

He was wrapped up tightly in a bathrobe, his short hair dripping with water.

The two of them happened to lock their eyes by the bathroom door.

Mavis stared at his face, momentarily stunned.

Emerging from the misty bathroom, Nathaniel looked considerably gentler and fresher.

Water droplets still clung to his face, and he appeared exceptionally alluring and dangerously enticing with his wet hair.

Mavis blushed.

He was… too irresistible, too attractive…

No one could resist seeing such a beautiful man just out of the shower.

Mavis lowered her gaze, focusing on her toes as she tried to suppress any unsavory thoughts about what lay beneath his bathrobe.

"Um… I've finished transcribing the contract you assigned to me. It's saved on the desktop, so you can check it whenever you can. I double-checked before shutting down the computer, so there shouldn't be any typos," Mavis said, struggling to find a topic to ease her embarrassment and awkwardness.

Nathaniel simply hummed in reply, his expression flat and devoid of any intention to actually inspect her work or praise her for double-checking before shutting down to minimize errors.

"Could you take out the blanket and pillows and make up the sofa? I'll sleep after drying my hair."

"S-Sure…"

Mavis passed by him and headed to the dressing room, retrieving the blanket and pillows from the closet.

Then, she quickly and skillfully made up the sofa, contemplating whether to call Nathaniel to rest or to seize the opportunity and claim the sofa for herself.

That way, he would not end up sleeping uncomfortably with his long legs curled up on the sofa, waking up grumpy in the morning.